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The lonely shadow aside from the worldly poles
Wrenching like an unhidden find to hold
And the horrible ink of dreadful poison swiftly mold
Eyes were injurious red like a bleeding bed
Thoughts of frightful threads wrap
and rashly roll the clutching traps
Shadow envelopes like a black door
Tears were tip and tapped one after more
Shadow of shades deeply shallows
Only the gist of suffering and melting melodies
Are fluttering over the sleuth of emotion
God knows the happening in cores of motion
Sometimes, a burial bleed on the surface
Lips bewail like a snubbing scroll
And silence echoes in the cavernous hell
All Alone in the stiff stage of sicks to bell.
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Her Impression imprints and invites
Delightfully smiles
Seductively replies
Her reflection reflects that night
Aspiration desires to be right
Whether the notion seems a bit bright
Souls reunite and excite
Sprinkle the sparkles and penlight
Strangers strike
And rewrite what’s inside
Devotion defines
Inclination inclines
When coherence collides
And faith decides
Emotions swiftly guide
Her Impression imprints and invites
Wondrously Wonders
Mystically twists
Gloomy shadow fades away
And her brightness circulates and portray
Thoughts replay
Imagines convey
Her Impression imprints and invites
She survives and is alive
Thrust of hope will describe
Beauty designs
Emotion divines
Her Impression imprints and invites.
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Capsulate, wrenching wore around the nook
Never asked to swing her lips and hardness hook
A scary flood of fumes, fire her tears
And the invoice innocence of her beats
Enormously resonant as the dark dirt
Self-like a famished, fainted convert
Echoes the intensity of despair, she oftenly hides
Yet, quietness and lowliness wove at every side
She the rose’ pearl, mourns with an unbearable bow
Vulnerable Bones, cracked beats, and broken hurls
Yet, the prayer’s mat, where she cures and curls
Heaviness altogether haunts her innerness
But, believe her brilliance, vanishing faintness.
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The Echoes
Her voice echoes all the time!
Every single day, the wind blows softly
Echoes the cold rushes abruptly
Self-graves silently for a long ago
Moon asks for some vibrant belong
Nights and nights, weakness invites
Deadly tears cuddle the knives
Lips are shivering with fear of sights
Some haunted thoughts trace the fights
Gradually, the soft wind blows horribly
Beats beat more and more voluntarily
Blackness covers both eyes
Injects black injection of dreadful voice
Stops, the innocent cries fearfully
Sensitivity slices the whole time merely
Cuts that make the awe clip and collide
Sudden blink of an eye, the angel of eager delights
Hover sweetly, you are a ray of twilight
Murmur's innocence and carves for flight
Raising a mist of surprise to rise
Pouring powers, you then realize
You echo the dream with a sensor bind
Dark is dark, so the bright blinks to find
Magic often appears after the awe
Hold on, you must reckon the law.
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Eyes are closed but souls are not yet
A wrap of white envelopes glow
Holding the four sides with a heavy toe
Darkness unbinds the weeping flow
A bed of dazzling flowers welcomes the white
Angels of love enchantingly bow
Birds twittering in the garden of glory
Daisy Dahlia and Camelia murmur to grow
The castle of fragrance invites the blossom
Fairies decorate the Garden of Grace
A white dove holding the innocent phrase
and the garden glitters as the beats become bitter
Tulip tweets and the lavender bushes
White dove with closed eyes flourishes flawlessly
Melodies of love welcome the innocent
Hibiscus hoovers and azalea utters a holy blow
White covers the courageous color
Asking Petunia now about the awful overs
Garden of Eden embraces integrity and futurity
The ritual ends with happiness and a glow.
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Revival
We humans wept for the revival
Nothing nor time can be at arrival
Yet, the redshift of revival was horrendous
It often creeps the dream of wondrous
Sadly, shirked the throbbing drums
Yes! The soreness after the bubblegum
Thumps that messaged the wounds
Click away the silly sticky bounds
We, humans, sobbed for the curves
And constantly impairs the scattered nerves
Universe testified the forbearance
By passing phases of physical sufferance
We, humans, unable to speculate the fade
They rolled the unexpected blades
Blades that cut and curse the embrace
And we kept shouting with space to trace
Time, clicks away the antidote for pure
And eventually vanishes the miles of endure
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable
Newness wakes after a decade
Decade of dullness and bone headedness
Create the covering cure and activeness
Yet, unwrap the belief, yet unwrap the belief
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable.
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Woman: The Goddess of Poetry
The lyrics of her resonance,
the whispers of her magnificence,
softly allocates the vibrancy, velocity
and engaging variety
All great beings, all great writings
I sensorusly stumbles upon her brilliance
Brightness and soulful blazings
She is the thought that rightfully clicks
She is the expression that the poet licks
through a profound pleasure with her sensation
where often fragrance dwells for admiration
where swiftly the pen swings, the aura brings
She is the first letter of your poem, your perfection
that the canvas uncovers, the pen discovers
and magically the lines convey closure in lovers
Her loveliness evokes the beauty of utterances
her innocence chokes the dynamic of flutterences
She, the divine wine, the poet's enchanted encounter
her lavishing lips, her belonging beats, reflect the fond of her
her artistic compels, her lovely lashes, redress the moonlight
her blushy cheeks, her necklace around her neck, remain the magical delights
her rings in her hands, her presence, her undefined fragrance keeping the imagination alive
She is since your existence, your poetic birth, your unheard hearth that drives
As you pour her imperfection, you keep her radiance survive with your survive.
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Whispers through her eyes
Often gazes the skimmers in twilight
More overly,
more mesmerized as her heart was in delight
She cupped the melodies, through the true sights
All what she whispered, all what the heart hides
the beautious bell, the nightingale dwells in ride
the classiness she carried through the presence
She softly bamboozled Wrath with inner elegance
the spring danced through her fragrance
and lives with her consistency and transparency
the mountains slipped after her magnificence
the oceans freezed after her resplendence
from where she came,
the heaven for sure, the rose of Eden's garden
the droplet blinks in sunlight, the swings of rainbow
the profound pearl, the morning whisper
how did I glorify her glory?
how did I propose her preposterous grip?
she rumored, the world rumored
She caved, the world caved
Her lips smudge, her cheek’s energies,
the entrance to moonlight muse, slightly fused
up to the seven stars, she never swirled a reduced
beyond bitterness of society, she grasp the loveliness
the melody of solence, the voice of innocence
forever and forever deep dancing delight
She is named as Ella, the goddess of light.
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In appraisal of Eunoia
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Eunoia—
The applause—
her intellect, her brilliance, her entire dialect magnifies, mingles, and her chosen magnetic select
Artistically echoes—the truth, the beauty, and her tranquil innocence
Ineffable—her devotion, unbelievable-her ideation
Admirably cherished and cheered by great intercontinentals—laudably chosen attention,
O’Attained affection: long through her enigmatic expressions
The Togetherness—
in unheard divinity and blessed brilliance—of beloved Muhammad Adnan
as profoundly pure since she stepped in art”—he, a divine lawn
through thick and thin, the affection whispers high at every dawn
“The Wordsmith”, “The Literary Lounge” and “The Journal of Transnational Literature”—emblem of Maan
The appraisals—
praise her laurels, whispers her in divine arena
brightly across cultures, fences, and languages
as the Doctrine—Ma’ Yongbo, Zhang Zhi into Chinese
and the enjoyable verses of Guan Garriodo in Spanish
Blink through the wonders of Dr. Miguel Leonardo’s FEMALPC
The lauds—
weaving through poetry, breaking up the barriers, letting it free
Dan Muwangi’s presence as editor, rushes all into a grandiose tree
living like Byeong Kang’s translation, Geum-Hee’s celestial recitation
With Vo Thi Mai’s precious— Vietnam translation
The Regards—
glitter and glint at Kujim Hajdari’s “All Together”,
roars and relish at Bhagirath’s “Global Change Maker”
and softly speaks at Nasir Ajaiz’s “Sindh Courier”
Blinks at Noora Salam’s “The Quill”— little brighter
The esteem—
mirrors and mutters at Jerry Langdon’s “Raven Cage”
in the Arabic echos by Tagrid Boumerhi in Al jihad-an amazing stage
and too in Ukrainian tales by Tetiyana, Bengali blooms by Md Ejaz—speak heavy range.
Over and overly trumpeting for the eunoia she possesses in her character by greatly glints.
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The Queen
Mom—
the enlightenment, the luxury, the tranquility;
all are the ornaments that replenish, the necessity
and brightens the steps, nourishes the born rarity
You, the whisper of infinity, the sensation of divinity
O’ Queen—
Dignity welcomes your dignity, Love cherishes your love—the divine presence
Appraisal embraces your colors, Almighty grants you treasure—the only essence
Hands—the symbolic perception: the perceiver of affection
The Love—
Embellish the divine purity, protection guards my sincerity
You—the spring breeze,
even echoes high, the winter’s warmth ease
more above the moon’s forever moonlight,
and the fragrance of daylight delight
The Presence—
of unmeasurable affection, beating bright dimension
You-the rock of beliefs, the luxury of ultimate energies
Regarding your enduring duties, often brightly emerges
I owe, you my heart’s castle, sparked and over sparked.
Mom—
I most often wholeheartedly desire to relish all your dreams,
bowing before your brilliance, owing the fragrance of all your beams
Soon! the stage echoes—the aura of your daughter, the intellect, the roaring accomplishments
Soon! the heart blossoms, the eye sprinkles, the step dances.
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