M/Pakistan I am a writer, poet, and inventor of Zikorean English Poetry and an introducer of short poetic forms: Ziket, Zikelite, Zinet, Zinelite, and Zeelite along with thirteen plus prose branches like Zikology,
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~ he who is a little ahead of his time whose treasures of the words random romanticism is in the blood, marrow, his mood is as the autumn clouds
he who has lost his path within path drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams again holds thousands of lost dreams fly the colorful kites in the blue sky
he who hide within himself **** in his naked poetry In forms humorous,harmonic as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night
he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality holds everything with the love who is for everybody so everybody is for him But in fact there is nothing in all his
he who is simple straight as the waterfall when in complex grew hard stone who broke rules for building rules, knows himself within the other life
whose words never be end again he moves on and on who laughs in the moonlight again swept in pain without thinking any gain
who looks the life as a grain of sand and see the sign of love in the footprint of a fossil
..... True love can't always go in a certain way As you don't always think before a step It may even beyond imagination- But finally it is a sacrifice for life- Which gentlemen may count after reading the book ... @Musfiq us shaleheen
I am fed-up of being dweller of enclosed walls There should be no limits of start and stop As air is to breathe and beauty is to love So call me as I am waiting eagerly To come towards You In no time to eternity O' My Lord!