#tayyabmanzoor - Hello Poetry

The gust of cold breeze of thoughts That strikes me hard creates chaos every essence that it enforce Puts me under the havoc of remorse Quiet outside but the silence roars compelling every wound to restore echoing sorrow in silent storms worsening pains like never before Rambling in the mist of doubts Letting every worry shout Emptiness, so hard to carry Making every simple so scary Yet in the depths, I seek retreat where with myself, I usually greet the lonely space where light’s unseen but a peaceful world where I have been

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Nov 3, 2025

Nov 3, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC

tayyabmanzoor

Solitude

The gust of cold breeze of thoughts That strikes me hard creates chaos every essence that it enforce Puts me under the havoc of remorse Quiet outside but the silence roars compelling every wound to restore echoing sorrow in silent storms worsening pains like never before Rambling in the mist of doubts Letting every worry shout Emptiness, so hard to carry Making every simple so scary Yet in the depths, I seek retreat where with myself, I usually greet the lonely space where light’s unseen but a peaceful world where I have been

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Force that drags against the flow Shatter the belief, not to grow Fade the fight and make it slow lean me down to pain to bestow Make every near a bit more far Every step I took, devotion is scarce Stumbled on feet and resolve is meek Every periodic hit turning me bleak Lives in the world called as past Full of afflictions and acrimonious talks Still I wear the choices I made But in alone where I fade

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Nov 3, 2025

Nov 3, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC

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Regret

Force that drags against the flow Shatter the belief, not to grow Fade the fight and make it slow lean me down to pain to bestow Make every near a bit more far Every step I took, devotion is scarce Stumbled on feet and resolve is meek Every periodic hit turning me bleak Lives in the world called as past Full of afflictions and acrimonious talks Still I wear the choices I made But in alone where I fade

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I prefer delusions over realities. The only salvage that embraces — The man torn with rigorous fatalities A truth isn’t found even in traces, and, People aren’t what they are on faces All of my dreams are never unadorned. Ever I’m fumbled, never been atoned The only love I long for isn’t unrequited. For which I’m never seen being frighted My admiration for the painting isn’t a bluff. I realized, while watching, how my life is tough. The charm of the sharp colors dazzled my eyes. The mere reverence for life turned to despise. There are scorns, mourns, and thorns outside that compel me to sneak, creep and hide, for the reality is tumultuous, full of brutalities. That’s why I prefer delusions over realities

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Nov 3, 2025

Nov 3, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC

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The Embrace Of Delusion

I prefer delusions over realities. The only salvage that embraces — The man torn with rigorous fatalities A truth isn’t found even in traces, and, People aren’t what they are on faces All of my dreams are never unadorned. Ever I’m fumbled, never been atoned The only love I long for isn’t unrequited. For which I’m never seen being frighted My admiration for the painting isn’t a bluff. I realized, while watching, how my life is tough. The charm of the sharp colors dazzled my eyes. The mere reverence for life turned to despise. There are scorns, mourns, and thorns outside that compel me to sneak, creep and hide, for the reality is tumultuous, full of brutalities. That’s why I prefer delusions over realities

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The small warfield of myriad battles few were triumphant, a lot were fatal burdened with despair, fidgeted and unrest once there dreams were sought to nest home for love, passion and reform gloomy it turned, after the storm beating up being weary and worn bear the freight of promises torn one half of mine through thick and thin confidant of every defeat and win the secrets that it kept within throbbing inside like spiny whin reconvening the shreds of heart razed by one and was torn apart still it is ready to be my friend pledged to never leave me in end

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Mar 11, 2025

Mar 11, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC

tayyabmanzoor

Heart

The small warfield of myriad battles few were triumphant, a lot were fatal burdened with despair, fidgeted and unrest once there dreams were sought to nest home for love, passion and reform gloomy it turned, after the storm beating up being weary and worn bear the freight of promises torn one half of mine through thick and thin confidant of every defeat and win the secrets that it kept within throbbing inside like spiny whin reconvening the shreds of heart razed by one and was torn apart still it is ready to be my friend pledged to never leave me in end

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Blackish Dark amidst stars Sitting alone bearing scars Dim and drab, drought and cold Tracking down for life’s support Dry yet damp in the frigid air Found someone with piercing stare Gazing high, the moon in sky Mustering hope with a reply In a few hours, light underlies Elated with hopes, grinning at light Cheering up for another fight Untired, Unwearied and reconciled Rising up and not getting fragile Soon after the dust of dark Sun appeared beginning the march Toppling down the dusk of despair Brightened up the desolate fair

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Mar 11, 2025

Mar 11, 2025 at 9:00 PM UTC

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Tranisition

Blackish Dark amidst stars Sitting alone bearing scars Dim and drab, drought and cold Tracking down for life’s support Dry yet damp in the frigid air Found someone with piercing stare Gazing high, the moon in sky Mustering hope with a reply In a few hours, light underlies Elated with hopes, grinning at light Cheering up for another fight Untired, Unwearied and reconciled Rising up and not getting fragile Soon after the dust of dark Sun appeared beginning the march Toppling down the dusk of despair Brightened up the desolate fair

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