My Inspirational Poetry:- “FIGHT TILL YOUR LAST BREATH”

TITLE:- FIGHT TILL YOUR LAST BREATH

If Blood is Showering Out of Your veins,

If the Lesions & wounds are Giving you Pain

And Even If Circumstances are Showing your Death,

In spite of that, Fight Till Your Last Breath.

 

No Matter If you are Sailing On a Tidal Ocean,

No Matter If conditions Prevailing give you Tension

And Even If There is No Time Left For you to Regret,

In spite of that,Fight Till Your Last Breath.

 

What Happen If Night Always Comes Before the Morning,

What Happens if Every second Intensity of Darkness is Increasing

And Even If, darkness is Giving Brightness a Terrible Threat,

In spite of that,Fight Till Your Last Breath.

 

What Happens If you feel yourself alone on this Land,

What Happens, If your Shadow Remains your Only Friend

And Even If,you are Deprived of Love From anybody as yet,

In spite of that,Fight Till Your Last Breath.

 

It is Blissful, If you come out as Victorious in the End,

But if all Your Efforts & Attempts Go in to the Sand

Then You Need not to Strike your Head with a Stone,

Because Fighting Till Last Breath is a Victory on its Own.

A Inspirational Poetry Composed By:- Syed Sabah ur Rehman-‘Aatif’

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Guest post Poetry:-“YEARNING HEART”

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Yearning Heart

I will have you in front of me one day
Smile, look at you smile back, and shy away,
Sit you down and just gaze at you.
I will be on the seventh sky, sorrow no longer true. 

Till that day arrives there is this yearning. 
A lamp of absence that keeps burning.
Longing for your touch that ignites fire
Our souls entwined is my desire.
Becoming one is something of fantasy, 
It can be possible if you can be my ecstasy. 

Come to your beloved as I adorn,
Wear garments with jewels, never worn. 
I will embrace you with all the love there is
We will chatter whatever your heart says.

by:- A Guest Author

a brief introduction about the poet:

She is a medical student who loves cultures from around the world and spiritualism. Her niche is learning and talking about naturopathic/holistic medicine and remedies for healing and prevention. If you are looking for any type of DIY remedies and more, for a more beautiful you, inside and out, stay tuned because she has a lot of amazing stuff coming.Her blog focus on healthy lifestyle, disease prevention, Ayurvedic and holistic view of diseases, and personal blogs ranging from poetry, stories and beauty treatments.

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Guest Poetry from PARAS “MY LAST WORDS”

https://moseyinpoesy.wordpress.com/

LAST WORDS

Youre familiar with the face of my darkness,
Shadows and shades of my brokenness.
My most beloved, forgive me
For the hurt I inflicted upon you.
I
m scared as you know my whole
And it terrifies me to witness
How effortlessly you fill all my gaps.
But I`m more an addict than a slave
To my melancholy.
Narcotics induce numbness, not to sorrow,
For it augments my cherophobia.
Let yourself; the light of my life, be absent,
And let life escape and abandon death with me.
My last thought; I ponder if I offered enough
Happiness to surpass the measure of suffering and dolours.

Reach for my heart as I reach for your hand
For I dont possess the divinity
To touch your heart or your enlivening virgin kiss.
Through the penance and amercement, my soul,
Will elope with what I never had; hope
To find what I never felt underneath; light.
And someday when I return intact,
I
ll wrap you in my absolute warmth
And shower you with my lit and free joy and love

composed by:-  PARAS

About the Poet:-

He began Writing lyrics when he was 16 (after a heart break) and grew to write poems when he turned 18.he self published his Book on Poetry named as “RAINBOW INA DESERT”,which is available on amazon.Here’s a link for it.

RAINBOW IN A DESERT

“LAST TIME I SAW YOU”by a Guest Poet-Jillian Joyce of Scotland

https://outtherepress.wordpress.com/blog/

“Last Time I Saw You”

You lived on Bank Street

third floor, top left –

I remember the door,

holding my breath,

as it opened

and you’d appear

with a book in your hand,

a cutting remark

on the tip of your tongue.

Naked one time;

still slippy

from the water I could hear gurgling in the drain.

 

Your flatmate watching as I

slip awkwardly from your grasp,

face blank as stone

while we play stoner games

I keep winning;

laughing all the way back out your door.

 

Later you drag me to a café

with your new and far more suitable girlfriend.

She and I studiously avoid each other’s gaze

( thanking god for the hangers-on who are tripping balls, Man)

me, because she is so much prettier than I:

her, because she is so far above me 

she might be riding on a cloud.

 

I watch her flawless mouth

sip bitter expresso,

marble with anxiety

over who will be next?

(You have already jokingly informed me

you are working very hard on one of her friends.)

 

The urge to gorge on the pain of others

flows strong along old Bavarian waterways.

The forests around familiar towns

are filling up with graves.

In another life

where painful truths

coexist with uneasy truce,

I tried to tell you, last time I saw you.

‘You frighten me,’

I said, (or words to that effect)

‘With your appetites and your disregard for the rest of the human race,’

but you just laughed and rolled over and went back to sleep

by: Jillian Joyce

Biography of the Author:

Jillian Joyce lives in Glasgow in Scotland which is always an interesting place to be. She has been writing for as long as she can remember – documenting, exaggerating and plain old fibbing (or fiction writing, as we call it) about her experiences on this far-flung little piece of the (current) UK. Her work has appeared in print and online magazines including Flashquake, Firstwriter and Cutting teeth and her poem ‘Remnants of a Catholic girlhood’ can be found in the 2016 GWL anthology ‘Mixing the Colours: women speaking about sectarianism’

see her work on WOMEN’S LIBRARY

A Very Romantic poetry:-“HAN YE MOHABBAT HAI” (YES IT IS LOVE)

     “HAN YE MOHABBAT HAI”

         Hota hai Jab Zikra-e-Mohabbat to Naam Zehan me Tera Aata hai, 
        Mohabbat Mayne Sirf Tu hai Mujhe To bas Inta Samajh Aata hai .

        Main khud bhi Aazma Leta hun Apni Mohabbat ki Dewangi Kabhi,
        Ki band Karun Jaise hi Aankhen To Chehra Tera Nazar Aata hai.

        Hai Mujhko is Baat ka Ahsaas ki Maujood nahi hai Paas Tu mere,    
        To Phir Pehlu me Baitha ho Tu Jaise dil ye Kyun Ahsaas Karata hai.

        Mar Jaaye Jo Kisi ki Yaad Me Usey Deewaana Kahte Hain Log,
        To Phir Marey Jo Har Lamha Kisi ke Liye Wo Kya Kahlaata hai.

        Chahey Laakh Khafa Rahun Tujhse Main Teri Kisi Baat Se Lekin,
        Dekhta Hun Jaise hi Soorat Teri To Phir Pyaar Aa Jaata hai.

        Peeye Itne Ashq Teri Aankhon Se Maine Ki ab To Ye Aalam hai,
        Ki Udhar Jab Roti Tu hai To Idhar ‘Aatif’ Aansun Bahaata hai.

      A Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-‘Aatif’

AN INSPIRATIONAL POETRY”BULAND IRADE”( STRONG DETERMINATION)

“BULAND IRAADE”


Buland Iraadon ke Saath Aaj Ghar se Nikla hun main,

Koi nahi Saath mere bas Akela hi chala hun main.

Ab Kaisa Dar Angaaron pe chalne Ka Mujhe,
Ki Sholon Se Khelkar bhi to kahan Pighla hun main.

Ab kya Jalayegi ye sooraj ki Garmi aur Dhoop mujhe,
Ki Taa Zindagi Nafrat Ki Aag me Jala hun main.

Kya bigadengen rahon me Bichhe Kaante ab Mera,
Ki Kaanton ke Beech rahkar hi to Pala hun main.

Nahi lagta Dar Zamaane Ki Nafraton se Mujhe,
Ki na Mitey kabhi un Mohabbaton ka Silsila hun main.

Ho chuki hai mulaqaat har mushkil se Aey ‘Aatif’ ab teri,
To bata Aey Mushkil teri kaunsi Zaat se nahi mila hun main

a Ghazal composed by:-Syed Sabah ur rehman (Aatif)

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“WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH” a Guest poetry by: Damandeep Kaur

http://myhttp480.wordpress.com

WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

Your eyes are like a sea,
the door of my heart’s key…

I don’t know why I love you so much…
that can’t hear anything wrong about you though not being physically in touch..

Staying with you forever is my dream of every day n night,
spending countless romantic evenings with you is the best dream coming true in my sight…

The whole world around seem to be stopped…
first time my love when I kissed you my heart was on the seventh sky’s top…

The warmth of your hug is the best feeling I ever get…
and of course our first hug my love how can I forget…

You came to me with a rose in your hand,little shyness in your eyes and a blushing face…
hugged me tight ,oh my god how beautiful were those days…

your hand in my hand best were those romantic walks……
your pinky finger in my pinky finger and our those long late night talks…

when we both get frustrated after our every fight..
A kiss on forehead just set everything right…

Skype dates are not that bad …
after such beautiful experiences of hugs and kisses we had…

I write you..just by seeing you on my Skype date..
you’re so beautiful in my words then how much beautiful you would be in reality I wonder my soulmate

by: DAMANDEEP KAUR

Something About the Poet

She is pursuing her graduation in economics honours from
Amity University,Noida.

She write poems in English,hindi and punjabi and most of them based on love,romance and pain.

 

 

 

 

Guest Poetry “TRY HARD TO FIND PEACE” by Lisa Keeble

http://widowonlinecom.wordpress.com

TRY HARD TO FIND PEACE

 I long for peace; a quiet, inner voice

To still the storm that rages

Surely happiness and calm can come from choice?

Advice on so many pages

Acceptance of self and of life’s bitter twists

To laugh ’till you no longer cry

To see all the beauty in Mother Nature’s gifts

Lost when I had to say goodbye

I try hard to find peace; just for a small while

And there it is: I remember your smile

by: Lisa Keeble

About the Poet: She used to love poetry when she was at school (many years ago!) but only started writing again recently.

She lost her husband almost 3 years ago and find it hard to put her feelings about him and her life together into words; somehow, through poetry and her blog,she is finding a way to express herself which gives her great comfort.

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