Poetry! =P

[emkay]

Newton’s 1st Law of "Poondi"
Every poonder continues to do poondi unless or until a thappar or sandal with a velocity of 9.8m/s^2 hit's upon his head by a girl.
This force is called be-ezzti, which is directly propotional to sharmindagi. But during the whole motion Beghairti remains constant.

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Silent words across a screen.
how could they mean so much to me.
i promised myself i would not cry.
then a silent tear falls from my eye.

what did i do, what did i say,
to make you change your mind, the day you went away.
everyday, waiting for a sign
to let me know, you might still want to be mine.

andother day comes and goes,
i want to write, but i can't, i know.
you said you needed me more than i needed you,
why would you say that, if you knew it wasn't true?

 

[étudiante]

I would still hold your cold hand,
Search you out of your new homeland,
Gaze at your scar all day,
The scar that took life away.
And I watched them burn bridges
That between us lay.
But as sure as the sharingan on the face
Someday we will fall into an eternal embrace.
Flying on the wings of your love
On a path lighted by your memories,
I fly with other unpaying favouris
Waiting for my turn. Simply waiting.

 

[khushbakhat malik]

Newton’s 1st Law of "Poondi"
Every poonder continues to do poondi unless or until a thappar or sandal with a velocity of 9.8m/s^2 hit's upon his head by a girl.
This force is called be-ezzti, which is directly propotional to sharmindagi. But during the whole motion Beghairti remains constant.

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Silent words across a screen.
how could they mean so much to me.
i promised myself i would not cry.
then a silent tear falls from my eye.

what did i do, what did i say,
to make you change your mind, the day you went away.
everyday, waiting for a sign
to let me know, you might still want to be mine.

andother day comes and goes,
i want to write, but i can't, i know.
you said you needed me more than i needed you,
why would you say that, if you knew it wasn't true?

newton first law was really funny.... nd the poem is very nice.....

 

[khushbakhat malik]

MY DEFINITION​

I am a secret powder of fire stone,​

I burn like a lava rock when blown.​

I am a human with indefinable tone,​

I imagine destiny of my own. ​

I have powers which resemble sunshine,​

I dream of things which I love to be mine.​

I hold emotions in my heart which are very strong,​

I love blindly and my story is quiet long.​

I am a flower with forever lasting fragrance,​

I will be a legend with lively grace.​

I am a mystery with confidential matters,​

I am sand, when blown it scatters.​

I hallucinate in my days and nights,​

I always fight for my rights.​

I will be on that point all above where you can’t see,​

I strive for that everyday like a honey bee.​

I hold the potential for understanding emotions,​

I always weep and bellow for a hand in my devotions.​

My wishes are pending, it’s a hard situation,​

I am a victim, it’s enough of toleration.​

I am a common place mannered social person,​

My life’s in a pace, I keep a limited conversation.​

I think life is a name of numerous seasons,​

I opt for novelty without any reason.​

I will design one day a novel world beyond imagination,​

I will create my destiny through vision and elaboration.​

I will fabricate a realm with a new nation,​

I will grapple for it until I attain my destination.​

(written by:- KHUSHBAKHAT MALIK AWAN on 8 November 2012)​

 

[fiz34]

MY DEFINITION​

I am a secret powder of fire stone,​

I burn like a lava rock when blown.​

I am a human with indefinable tone,​

I imagine destiny of my own. ​

I have powers which resemble sunshine,​

I dream of things which I love to be mine.​

I hold emotions in my heart which are very strong,​

I love blindly and my story is quiet long.​

I am a flower with forever lasting fragrance,​

I will be a legend with lively grace.​

I am a mystery with confidential matters,​

I am sand, when blown it scatters.​

I hallucinate in my days and nights,​

I always fight for my rights.​

I will be on that point all above where you can’t see,​

I strive for that everyday like a honey bee.​

I hold the potential for understanding emotions,​

I always weep and bellow for a hand in my devotions.​

My wishes are pending, it’s a hard situation,​

I am a victim, it’s enough of toleration.​

I am a common place mannered social person,​

My life’s in a pace, I keep a limited conversation.​

I think life is a name of numerous seasons,​

I opt for novelty without any reason.​

I will design one day a novel world beyond imagination,​

I will create my destiny through vision and elaboration.​

I will fabricate a realm with a new nation,​

I will grapple for it until I attain my destination.​

(written by:- KHUSHBAKHAT MALIK AWAN on 8 November 2012)​

FABB...!!

 

[fiz34]

Newton’s 1st Law of "Poondi"
Every poonder continues to do poondi unless or until a thappar or sandal with a velocity of 9.8m/s^2 hit's upon his head by a girl.
This force is called be-ezzti, which is directly propotional to sharmindagi. But during the whole motion Beghairti remains constant.

-----------


Silent words across a screen.
how could they mean so much to me.
i promised myself i would not cry.
then a silent tear falls from my eye.

what did i do, what did i say,
to make you change your mind, the day you went away.
everyday, waiting for a sign
to let me know, you might still want to be mine.

andother day comes and goes,
i want to write, but i can't, i know.
you said you needed me more than i needed you,
why would you say that, if you knew it wasn't true?

haha...osam law..

 

[fiz34]

Feels like you have just gone to play,
just to the park over,
And you never feel away,
Till I pass your 'home' everyday.
And I grip your ghost hand,
talk to you all night
as if you'll understand,
and magic everything away with your wand.

nice...=)

 

[fiz34]

:

Mehboob k bahon main bara josh aya , ... mehboob ki bahon main bara josh aya , phir abbu ne dekh liya jinnah hospital main hosh aya.

 

[khushbakhat malik]

LIFE​

Life is like a joke, so funny,​

Life is like a tear we cry.​

Life is like an emotion we get,​

Life is like a game we bet.​

Life is like a throne we seek,​

Life is like a mountain peak.​

Life is like a paper with holes,​

Life is like an earth which folds.​

Life is full of complains with no reason,​

Life is like weather with no season.​

Life is like a destiny we dare,​

Life is full of sorrows we bare.​

However we describe our LIFE as something ​

BUT​

In the END we all have to DIE​

(written by:- Khushbakhat Malik Awan)​

 

[khushbakhat malik]

FABB...!!

thnx

 

[étudiante]

nice...=)

Thankyou

 

[khushbakhat malik]

Every violent awaits have violent ends,
but Every dark night have a bright morning too,
Though every success have a fall too,
but Every dark night have stars too,
Every constant sea waves have a rise too,
so in the same way Every day there is a surprise too.
(khushbakhat malik awan)

 

[emkay]

newton first law was really funny.... nd the poem is very nice.....

haha...osam law..

thankyou

 

[fiz34]

Every violent awaits have violent ends,
but Every dark night have a bright morning too,
Though every success have a fall too,
but Every dark night have stars too,
Every constant sea waves have a rise too,
so in the same way Every day there is a surprise too.
(khushbakhat malik awan)

hmm...true n nice...

 

[khushbakhat malik]

thankyou

UR WELCOME

 

[khushbakhat malik]

hmm...true n nice...

THANKS

 

[khushbakhat malik]

MY FORLORN LIFE​

Each and every night,​

I get dreams so bad.​

When that dreams come true,​

I feel like I will be killed due to that.​

The mistakes which I did were not too small,​

I gave everything of mine and that’s all.​

My worst past is unforgettable,​

Whenever I remember it my life becomes unstable.​

There is light in every night which isn’t here,​

There is a word HAPPINESS in the life which I seek everywhere.​

There is a fire in my life which burns me,​

I keep thinking why everything bad in the world happens with me.​

My life is like a story which has no end,​

There are twists and turns in my life which made me incomplete, crooked and bend. ​

(written by:- Khushbakhat Malik Awan on 16 January 2012 )​

 

[fiz34]

I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears,
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I've made or the fact that I can't bring the past back?
What is it that I'm afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I've hurt or the people that have hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I cant seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend, or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I'm scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won't seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?

Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?​

Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can't be?
The things that I try to understand?
The me that I try to be with when I'm feeling sad?
The person I'm expected to be? Is that what I fear?
I think the thing I fear most....is me....

 

[fiz34]

How do you tell a friend that you are worried about them?
That you think that they are not making good decisions right now.
That it scares you to see them like this.
You know that you will be there for them, but how do you make them see that?
How do you tell them so they don't get mad?
Do you tell them straight up so they deny it saying they are ok?
It's complicated no matter who you are.
It hurts to see your friends like this.
You don't want to push them away because you have a special bond.
So how do you tell someone you love, this?
There is no easy way...

 

[khushbakhat malik]

I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears,
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I've made or the fact that I can't bring the past back?
What is it that I'm afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I've hurt or the people that have hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I cant seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend, or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I'm scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won't seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?
Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?
Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can't be?
The things that I try to understand?
The me that I try to be with when I'm feeling sad?
The person I'm expected to be? Is that what I fear?
I think the thing I fear most....is me....

ur poems r really amazing
i really like it