Echoes of Silence Unspoken, unheard, it will vanish What of imagination, today’s, Tomorrow will be lost! What was not said, what was not heard, In the vast expanse, lost and blurred. Thoughts…
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Canvas Colors: A Symphony of Nature, Read Here
Canvas Colors The artist chose colors so beautifully, Creating a masterpiece of a picture. In the spread of greenery, Shades of pale, pink, and purple roses, Saffron of spring daffodils, In the…
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Blossoms Near Me: A Symphony of Renewal, Read Here
Blossoms Near Me! Branches have all turned into garments of flowers, In the air, there’s a blooming scent of spring, The fragrance of the earth Seems to be going crazy, The herald…
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Our Resonates Throughout this planet!
Resonates How do I write anew when my tale is old, Lost in thought, forgetting in folds, And then, forgetting again, As I descended the stairs of the sky, Stirring the stars,…
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Echoes of Serenity: Revel in the Silence, Read Here.
Echoes of Serenity: The poem expresses a sense of contentment and acceptance. It conveys a feeling of being at ease with one’s choices and circumstances, even if they may not be perfect.…
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Transient Gaze: A Poetic Reflection
Azra Mughal
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Heart’s Pilgrimage: Wandering Through the Soul’s Deserts
Pilgrimage I raise the bowl from within my heart Binding soul to soul In the deserts Wandering endlessly Thorns chewing in the throat Grit sliding into the eyes Navigating the paths of…
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A Cosmic Odyssey in Self-Transformation
Odyssey Between wisdom and madness The sense began to unfold Abundance of light Unsteadiness of feeling Inconsistency of time The enchantment of stagnation The whole world seems condensed Even in a single…
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Sway: Connection to Nature
The verse encourages us to recognize our connection to nature, embrace life’s ups and downs, find joy in the present moment, and accept the cyclical nature of existence. In the ocean’s day…
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Resilient Hope: A Symphony of Fear and Courage
Resilient Hope As a specter is wandering the streets Everyone has grown so timid That they’re even afraid of whispers Holding their own hands, Deprived of the touch’s flavor, They seem so…
