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Love, Sad And Emotional
If Love should glance and share its secret lore, Why should he not feel blessed forevermore? — It frees the soul from every worldly care—
By Farhan Ullah8 months ago in Poets
Love is both peace and battle; It is a branch of roses — yet also a sword. The nature of love is proud and self-respecting,
"With the eye of a rose, guardian of scent and hue, Shelter of gardens, where blossoms renew. Tendered by grace, in soft breezes he sways,
By Farhan Ullah8 months ago in Pride
I always end up too late In all the things I do — When there's something I must say, A promise I should keep, A voice I need to call out to,
When have you not been with me in memory? When has your hand not been in mine? A hundred times thanks, that in my nights now, there is no night of separation.
"Who says I am unaware of your memory? Ask my eyes how my nights are spent." "When I couldn’t have you, why would I long for someone else, my love?
By Farhan Ullah9 months ago in Fiction
Even in dreams, we can't meet, no connection exists What kind of relationship do we have with you, if not love. These are the ones who appear in the guise of noble men —
By Farhan Ullah9 months ago in Poets
How could the lover be killed so far from the beloved, But in the face of your promise, this tradition did not exist. In the gathering tonight, your beauty was the highlight,
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could
Is it the soul's delight, the radiance of dawn’s face? Kashmir is the heart, a paradise for every gaze. Each flower’s face is drenched in beauty’s glow,
