Social media, a writer's guide,
A giant force, not to subside.
From seasoned pros to those who start,
It molds a voice, refines the art.

Build your brand, let it be known,
LinkedIn, Twitter—your skills are shown.
Posts and insights, crafted right,
Shape your presence, bold and bright.

Global reach, no bounds remain,
Through Instagram or TikTok's lane.
Stories shared with hearts afar,
Readers found where dreams are star.

Network wide, connections bloom,
In hashtags, forums, online rooms.
Editors, peers, with wisdom share,
Collaborate and spark to dare.

Inspiration flows, a constant stream,
From challenges and trending themes.
Ideas ignite, refine your flair,
Communities guide with care to spare.

Readers speak, their voices clear,
Feedback fosters what they cheer.
Loyal fans, a writer’s gain,
Support that eases doubt and strain.

Gateways open, publish bold,
Medium's stage or LinkedIn's fold.
One viral post, a future bright,
A writer's path lit up with light.

So wield this power, make your way,
Social media’s here to stay.
The world awaits your voice, your art—
Begin your journey, take heart, and start!

While the world enjoys online pleasures
dig knowledge, research for work treasures
We, here in Pakistan, face snail's slow internet
I can't use social media, see my Love too I bet
Offline to  end,and we have to be online again
Or my world shall be lone, forgetful and in pain

Ever wonder about the blessing of a home?
To feel the gift of God Almighty shlome
The one we live in, not made with bricks
There ain't any wood or man made tricks
Yes, the very earth we live on with right
As if we have it straight and uptight
The might of nature, the trees dance
The flowers bloom, grass smiles chance
This is our home, our very beloved earth
This is where we pass time, death and birth

Their blood flows daily, a crimson tide,
Innocence shattered, where can they hide?
My child, your child—they laugh, they play,
So too do they, yet they're swept away.

What crime is theirs? What harm can they do?
They dream of skies painted in hues of blue.
No schemes of power, no politics known,
Just tender hearts in a fragile zone.

Slaughtered, bombed with a ruthless might,
Their cries extinguished in the dead of night.
Relentless hands of a merciless fate,
Where is the peace we once called great?

What of humanity, its fragile flame,
Burnt to embers in war’s cruel name?
In their silence, a deafening plea,
Echoes for justice, for dignity free.

So weep for the children, the innocent, pure,
And seek a world where love may endure.
For every drop spilled, a question remains:
Who will answer their unspoken pains?

Their blood flows daily, a crimson tide,
Innocence shattered, where can they hide?
My child, your child—they laugh, they play,
So too do they, yet they're swept away.

What crime is theirs? What harm can they do?
They dream of skies painted in hues of blue.
No schemes of power, no politics known,
Just tender hearts in a fragile zone.

Slaughtered, bombed with a ruthless might,
Their cries extinguished in the dead of night.
Relentless hands of a merciless fate,
Where is the peace we once called great?

What of humanity, its fragile flame,
Burnt to embers in war’s cruel name?
In their silence, a deafening plea,
Echoes for justice, for dignity free.

So weep for the children, the innocent, pure,
And seek a world where love may endure.
For every drop spilled, a question remains:
Who will answer their unspoken pains?

Money is a felony
Come to me honey
*** is just a new cause
Serves the sin clause
Be gay and happy, no worries
Be full of life, eating cherries

Money is a felony
Come to me honey
*** is just a new cause
Serves the sin clause
Be gay and happy, no worries
Be full of life, eating cherries

Rich clouds shower love's rain

Upon thirsty lands of lovers minds

Seeding, ripening for the fertile flock

Comes her face; her charming features

O nature! Why you play with the sleeping ones?

One falls for you, the other for trapping love

Where is the savior?To whom do we pray?

Bitter means of deceit and corruptions play

With our minds and souls, hearts and bodies

Love is pure deceit: I shout nature- Both to blame

Blessed I am to have you here
To touch your apple cheeks dear
To feel the warmth of your true love
And cherish all here, down or above
I am so lucky, to have the lucky charm
Of nuptial beauty, charismatically warm
O love, my love! You are what I'd convert
This world may end, death comes,so what?

Social Media Iceberg
the iceberg’s fleeting gleam,
A glimpse of truth, buried in the stream.
Do you feel the furnace, the stifling weight,
Of masks we wear, concealing fate?

A flood of thoughts, suffocating and grim,
Killing the voice that once burned within.
A lifetime of hurt, sincerity drowned,
In the chilling silence where echoes resound

It was a dreadful night in mid summer,
Crackers of memories were sobering,
I paced toward home, in a melancholy
Of mood and hurt, love lost, betrayed
By a Sweet poisonous lass, On the way
Suddenly, twas' a figure aside the road,
Calm and tall, shadowless dark and lanky
My veins filled with fear, blood froze and eyes
Startled. No misery in life could beat
Misery of meeting an alien. I forgot
My troubles of life and ran for dear life.
As I glanced back, it was a tree and no aliens,
My hallucinations made it one. I cursed my fear and ran my more dear to live my life
Once again.

A Lambert chuckle was it, resting deep
Into frightful circle of trees, thereof, opening
Lantern of hope dies, shall I be more esteemed?
Rumbling with the grave of a sinner, tears wiped or not?
Shrugged is the gestures, of a dead man talking
Twittering in moans, voices of the wild mixed
Shallow timber puffs symphonies of death out loud
The decay is here’ where the deceased live no more
The final decay arrives; you shall see the color of her eyes!
The devil lives in them and smiles; Ah, the chanting

As you are my love's pin
I admire the  passion bin
Whosoever brings me love
For me, akin to a devils's twin
For love has hurt me too much
in days and nights, pain's fin
Living life with charity and grin
I feel nothing pure, all but sin
Let all the bitter things pass by
forgive, forget, and let me in

Dwell in a rustic whereabouts,
Dinning on sweet tasty trouts,
Forgiving unto all evils thus,
Fate is a new born curse,
Hoping for hopes of longing
Kissing the slaves wrong doings,
When shall the souls falter,
and when shall begin run after;

Days are passing, hopes are rising
People are living, People are dying
There is bitter love and tasty deciet
there is venomous ego, lovers' treat
We have come , we will go soon
to places far, scary and unknown
Till then, my friends let there be love
Let us hate the hate, and be peace dove