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 Mar 2015
Dr Zik
Information is the key to success
So I traveled with my fellows to explore the world
Step by step they have gone towards unknown worlds
Step by step I had been walking
I had been walking through the dark and deep forests
I had been walking by the strange creatures
I had been observing beyond the east and west
I had been observing beyond the height of skies
I had been observing deep down the earth
I didn't ignore the galaxies
I didn't ignore the micro organisms
I was not fed up of the use of telescope
I was not fed up of having the taste of new and old eatables
At last I have explored a new world and
I have known one thing that I don’t know any thing
As everywhere You and I've find You!
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
 Mar 2015
Dr Zik
At last He is the pivot of my vision
For whom; you have become an example
O’ My Mother!
For whom; Toor was decorated as stage
For whom; there is no use of sleep and or tiresome
For whom; who have power of control of universe
And who is most Merciful and Beneficent
Who! exists before and after the time
His Honor of love that you are selected
As your motherly feelings and you are matchless in the world
I have listened to a call of Unseen Eternal Voice
“I used to love my human not less than seventy mothers”
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Toor is a famous mountain in Egypt where under a shady mysterious tree Hazrat Musa talked with God according to Islamic History.
 Mar 2015
Dr Zik
There is no use of drop like oceans
This ink of the world is too short to appreciate mother
O’ my heart, O’ my friend
Don’t worry about the letters
Words are also silent
There is no use of twinkling of stars
As the sky is also silent
As this mighty banner dare not to express its views
I am also not able to fix boundaries of your love
As
There is no narration able to deliver an appreciation
Mother is “Flux of eternal light”
There is no even a single example in the world
O’ my mother
As you prayed for me
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
 Mar 2015
Dr Zik
.                                                                ­      O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
You used to be worry about me and that made you weakened
You used to be worry about me for my pleasure and happiness
I was feeble at that time but I think that
Might that I had been the facilitator to remove your woes and regrets
Might that I had fulfilled your desires when you had
Might that I had given you bliss
I’m fear of your anger, O’ my mother.
I always pray for your pleasure
                                                                ­       O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
Now! I am a young one but
I often used to think
Your poise soul, services and honor are conferred to live at highest level that
World dare not to give any reward so there is no any reward of your fidelities
So there is no any reward of your prayers for me
My fidelities are for you for your eternal bliss and pleasure
My prayers are for you for your eternal bliss and pleasure
.                                                       ­         ­      O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
I’m result of your prayers! and I think so!
I’m result of your fidelities! and I think so!
If I could able to leave facilities of the everyday life
As these are mortal
So
I wish I could break these idols
The stars which were tearing and falling ones for your sake
I observed them all on my eye shades when I recalled you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
I wished to spend this age for your fidelity
I wished to do this great job by the grace of God
But
I often used to think so
There is no narration able to deliver an appreciation
As Mother is “Flux of eternal light”
So a span of one thousand years is too short to capture such light.
                                                          ­             O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
 Mar 2015
qi
Think of me
When hopelessness clogs up your arteries
Eats away at your bones
And leaves you gasping for air;
I'll be the oxygen you breathe

We are all so* weak, *dear
And every night, flames gutter out, die,
swayed by the call of the wind,
and I fear you will too.
you deserve so much better.
 Mar 2015
Dev A
You broke me
But somewhere deep inside I always knew,
You and I were not meant for forever.

I always knew we wouldn't last;
Something in me told me that.

But over and over
My mind runs through our time
And I wonder why?

Why does it hurt when I knew we'd end?
Why does it hurt knowing I won't see you again?
Why do I wish for one more day? One more night?

My mind tells me to move on forward,
But my heart, it wishes for just a little more.
I'm at war with myself,
Logic and reasoning
Versus
Wishes and dreaming.

My mind says move on
But worse off
My heart says what if?

You broke me
But deep inside I always knew you would
And yet I still hurt.
 Mar 2015
Dreamer
Your beauty shines especially when you help those around you,
I can see your inner light shine brightest
when you are standing dearly beside him,
and let him know that you will always be there.
Let him know that you will stand by him
even at times when he's given up.
Let your beauty free, let your beauty roam,
Let your beauty shine through,
for I know that you're beautiful.
You know who you are. ;)
Not really a poem, but I think it does the job! Best of luck, dearest. I know you will do great! <3 ((((hug)))))
 Mar 2015
AP
this depression
grips me like the rope thats soon to **** me
it's visible in my blank ****** expression
nothing is going to cure me
no one with a title, forget your medical profession
I believe its passed down genetically, chronological succession
but I don’t have my elders' strength, I’m choosing secession
leaving this place
but don’t call it regression,
because I own sole possession
of the knowledge that this life never gets better,
now do you understand? reading comprehension?
I became a master at hiding these feelings, skillful repression
and no I was never happy, there's my confession
how's that for a first impression?
in a world filled with prejudicial oppression and money hungry obsession
we’re G-d's material possession
unfortunately all the others will look on, intentional indiscretion
so yes, blame yourself, and discuss all the things you could've changed at my funeral *procession
I put a lot of deep thought into this, so I hope you enjoyed it. Don't mind me, I'm okay...writing purposes only.
 Mar 2015
ShamusDeyo
Five words Dad never said,
I'm really proud of you....
Its all I ever wanted to hear...
 Mar 2015
Dr Zik
God has reshaped the light of universe
to form heart of mother
end is to every thing
But the motherly feelings are eternal
O' my mother if I would be able to eliminate your worries
I think it is not a reward of your spirit of motherly feelings
You were ill and not able to take rest for a moment
And
Used to lull and see me
You couldn’t be in calm for the sake of my rest
You sewed your lips in such a way that
You couldn’t be able to share your regret with me
You used to look at me and feel inner bliss
And made me able to remain away from sorrows and woes.
And used to kiss my forehead, ignoring all the worries
You felt pain in the result of my wounds
I often used to weep in the rain of your tears
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
 Mar 2015
Kate Breanne
The sun sets
The moon rises
Off go all the disguises
The masks worn by the monsters are torn
From faces wishing to be born
While the innocents lay asleep in their beds
The monsters sneak inside their heads
Daydreams are gone
Nightmares arise
Monsters form in every shape and size
The children scream
The children cry
They can't succeed
Yet still they try
To diminish the monsters
Destroying their minds
Wrote this in like 5 minutes. Not my best, but tell me what you think!
 Mar 2015
Kate Breanne
There is a vase sitting on my nightstand
filled with the crumbling remains
of what used to be
the most beautiful bouquet of snapdragons
I have ever seen.

It’s been there,
sitting next to the window
for months now,
melting in on itself
and today you finally asked me
why I hadn’t thrown it out yet.

Maybe it’s because
I never want
to lose that moment
when you gave me those flowers
and told me
you’d never stop loving me.


Maybe it’s because
I never want
the piece of my soul
that melts at your touch
to become solid again.


Maybe it’s because
I want to
etch the way your eyes gleamed
with the hope of tomorrow
onto the inside of my eyelids.


Maybe it’s because
if you stopped loving me today
I could look into the soul
of those wilted flowers
and be reminded
of our love.


But no one likes maybes
so I told you
I hadn’t had the chance yet
Hope you like it.
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