From the slums of the Rohingya to the wounded streets of Quds, from the scars of Partition to the uncertainty surrounding Iran, suffering crosses borders and generations.

All but Blind is a gentle nature poem that explores the remarkable ways different creatures navigate the world despite limited eyesight or life in darkness.

Palestine Was a Colour on the Map explores the contrast between how children first encounter Palestine in a classroom and how they later witness its reality through news reports.

A poignant portrayal of a friendship fractured by conflict, where trust gives way to distance and silence becomes louder than words.

A haunting reflection on the encounter between life and mortality, where death arrives not as a forceful conqueror but as a patient companion.

A tribute to the strength of ordinary citizens and a reminder that the greatest victories are not won by parties, but by the people themselves.

A haunting portrayal of childhood amid war, where wounds become tools of expression and loss becomes a way of life.

“Truth of Eternity” reflects on the unseen realities of the grave and the afterlife, reminding readers of human accountability beyond worldly existence.

Through themes of faith, unity, patience, and devotion, it reflects how the sacred pilgrimage transforms hearts, strengthens the bond with Allah, and brings peace, guidance, and togetherness among Muslims around the world.

A reflection on political change, public disappointment, and the shifting hopes of people during elections.

A poem that unfolds as a surreal moment of solitude where the speaker stands between the physical world and an unseen spiritual presence.

This poem uses the sun and the moon to explore the connection between the natural world and human feelings. It transitions from scenes of bright, "smiling" joy to "crying" imagery of sadness and gloom. By personifying the sky, the author suggests that nature acts as a mirror, reflecting our internal emotions back at us. Ultimately, it shows that both day and night carry different charms and sorrows depending on our perspective.

This piece honors resilience against displacement, symbolizing deep heritage through the olive root and the rusted key. It contrasts the heavy struggle for justice with the soaring, unstoppable nature of hope, asserting that the spirit of freedom cannot be walled in.

I wait for a signal while the gray clouds weep, trading miles to go for a love I must keep, lost in a distance that refuses to sleep. Beyond the horizon, where wild dreams fly, I will wait for the dove in an endless sky.

This poem depicts the sun and moon as eternally lonely wanderers. The sun travels the sky in total solitude, while the moon, though surrounded by a crowd of stars, remains distant and singular—proving that even "with friends," one can still be completely alone in the vastness.

In a war-ravaged city, a man navigates the chaos and devastation around him. Amid the roar of bombs and crumbling buildings, he clings to hope, performing ordinary tasks with trembling resolve. Yet, tragedy strikes when he discovers his family has perished. Grief overwhelms him, and as he attempts to grapple with his loss, he is unexpectedly killed, illustrating the indiscriminate and relentless cruelty of war.

This poem beautifully portrays the eternal nature of love, weaving a story of two flowers bound by passion and resilience. Through fleeting storms and quiet nights, their love persists, transcending time and space. Even in decay, it transforms, giving rise to new life, symbolizing love's everlasting essence and renewal.

This poem celebrates the courage and determination of warriors who selflessly fought against evil and cruelty. It highlights their bravery, leadership, and the lasting impact of their valor, portraying them as truly unique and heroic figures.

This poem speaks to the timeless journey of growth and self-realization, framed by the mysteries of life, death, and what may lie beyond. Also contemplates spiritual understanding, exploring themes of existence, growth, and the inevitable silence that awaits at the end of life. It suggests an encounter with both divine and darker realms.

Poem Reflecting the resilience and sacrifices of Indian Muslims, uniting for freedom and justice. It bridges past bravery with present challenges, emphasizing hope, unity, and the enduring spirit to rise against oppression

A poetic journey of love and longing, this piece delves into the quiet ache of unspoken feelings and the hope of finding solace in connection. Through heartfelt verses, it captures the beauty of persistence and the search for fulfillment in love

Reflects the resolute journey of an individual striving for self-expression and independence. It highlights a commitment to inner values, standing firm against societal norms and external influences. The narrator draws parallels to Indian independence, emphasizing resilience, individuality, and the pursuit of a unique place in the world, guided by intrinsic aspirations and a desire to make a lasting impact.

Exploring the inner conflict within human nature. In a symbolic courtroom setting, humanity is forced to confront itself, grappling with its contrasting aspects of kindness and cruelty, tolerance and aggression. Through vivid imagery and intense questioning, the poem challenges readers to reflect on the true essence of humanity—revealing both the shadows and light that define who we are.

Teachers illuminate the path from ignorance to enlightenment, shaping futures with patience and dedication. They transform an empty world into one filled with dreams and purpose, like a gardener nurturing a seed into a thriving tree. We rise and soar, like kites, on the strength of their unseen efforts.

Despite years of suffering, he remains resilient and hopeful. In the end, the speaker finds him in a graveyard, where he continues to whisper “freedom,” symbolizing the unyielding liberation of Yahya Sinvar even in his death.

This poem is a tender exploration of a deep and enduring friendship. It speaks of a peaceful connection, shared thoughts, and a history rich with memories. The language is gentle and evocative, painting a picture of two souls intertwined in harmony.

Earth unfolds like a vast, teeming canvas, where life plays out in a beautiful symphony. From the sun-kissed peaks of mountains to the hushed whispers of the ocean and the sparkling brilliance of the starry night, every element contributes to this grand performance. Each creature, big or small, plays a vital role, their melodies weaving into a chorus that resonates within us all.

Flutes turn silent, birdsong fills the air, Dawn's beauty fades to war's horrific glare. Laughs turn to screams as bombs rain from the sky, Muqaddas stands strong, but will peace ever fly? Land's worth in blood, a question in every sigh.

Dust motes dance in a moonlit morgue, where a lonely corpse remembers the warmth of family, their joy shattered by tragedy. A final moonbeam whispers goodbye, leaving him in the cold, forever orphaned

A mystical journey to God, defying limitations of time and space, led by a "peaceful beginning" and an unwavering guide. "Few days" in the grand scheme of eternity blur as individual distinctions fade, leaving a unifying path through the unknown, into the "dark of the graveyard."

Even though his buddies gained The triumph before his term Through unbelievable bypasses! He is concerned about The second barrier.

Imagine a shop where time bends to your will. Shelves overflow with lazy Sunday afternoons and endless summer holidays. You could buy those in bulk! Even a few extra minutes to linger in bed wouldn't be out of reach. But forget Monday mornings - those dusty shelves hold nothing but dread. This delightful dream of buying time captures a universal yearning - to slow down, savor life's simple joys, and escape the drudgery of routine.

The beauty of Independence besides Of the Injustice!!!

Manipur is a captivating destination, where nature's beauty flourishes in every direction.

They pleaded for the entire world. Precious sweat symbolized freedom. Unsophisticated life trailed The zealous year is here.

The Hira witnessed the peace Prophet shivered a lot  Asked Khadeeja to blanket He got out of fear The angel carried the peace

Fear-induced tears flow freely, leaving eyes bleeding and clinging to the water. Fears of swarming bears, swimming sharks, and frantic gunfire overwhelm the head, imploring the Almighty Lord to put a halt to the shooting.

Amina Beevi and Hajar weep  In the dunes of Makkah  Abraham’s shock on his son  Yusuf is still waiting his father

The mother opposed uniting many, Until ground in her the true love And chose the best thereto They worked for their dignity  With a man of trust and honesty. It was Khadheeja(r.a),

A day travelling in the metro, The officials noticed me and my identity, Looked at me twice, They had a thorough security checking, Asked me

Oh dude, why you dilapidate me You are aggravated by unaccompanied words Deplorably, dark episodes piled on the agony It is time to sweep away filthy shades Let me spray my beacon

Hey fink!* Unveil the value of the bound (if you can) It’s resolute the honour Identify the women Encourage to rise Embolden the guts And Imports enough power To say “Allah Akbar”

There is no ‘Train to Pakistan’ But spiritual tides from Ajmer To the ‘Ministry of utmost happiness’ India’s ‘Discovery’ is cremated in Raj Ghat with Haridwar’s funeral procession

The tears tear to a hunch, The breaks break out to a refinement. My memory wakes up by a scrunch, Its shiver carries a retrenchment From the whole bloody black world. Hiding is

Tombstones engrave their teeth and dying epithets Fruits of herbs bear the taste of soul in a pit Christ of the cross, Virgin Mary and cross-legged Buddha Are heading to an

Out of the suffocating crowd, When I am all alone at last. I put off everything I wore for the world, My clothes and my mask. I look at the mirror on my bathroom wall, I find

I searched for love in a book, Between the lines of the story. I hoped to find love that looked Like some enthralling eternal glory. I searched for love in the

Me and our daughter yesterday also Went to your favorite beach .... Memories with you Are irritating me a lot there.... It is a place to relax; Now I am changed there

She is a valorous girl With a burning fire In her eyes Yes, A world is revolved In her vast mind A set of felons Brutally exploits her, They forbid her

My inner fear  That took away my dare  Yes it’s the faces  That wore the mask of love   I didn’t care the dark of night  I didn’t care the bark of light The faces untie

When you whine to these , This will be your last wilt Just act like a Wizard, It revitalize you from past... Otherwise they plunder you

You were the one that belonged to another one We were meant to be, or so I thought Whenever we were together magic happened Sparks flying, always a rabbit out of a hat I feared

Past the temple bell and past the call of mosque Past all that the past had Past our life that passed away When all of this is over

I have a dream. But, I don’t know Whether it come true. But, I have a hope. Where there is a hope There is faith...

War could make you feel deterred; It could wreck your whole world. War between two nations… War between two communities… War between two thoughts…

She layeth herself down, Her heart pining under the soft breeze, Though her soul wrapped around the flame, But her body so close to freeze.

Once again, They came to visit me. The fruitful days Still recall in different ways. A sigh take my hand

You are the one I needed from the beginning That I never knew I always thought it was something else And I chased what I thought to be true.

We had a deep, deep love So Sweet and so secure, And I kept falling head over heels , To depths where I could to be sure. Sure that this beauty here was her,

Like the enlightened chants... that washes the shore... Nothing else remains... Just a handful of sand ...

She calls me early and loves a lot. She hugs me kindly

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Ever I felt like this, or Ever tears trespassed my eyes Oh! You… I do not know yet, What is the name of our love

Is my life only for birth? Is my birth only for death? Is god sent me to show the earth? Is the world that I feel truth?

There was a coding shelter Came to me with armful Stroke and pat I am safe from herior and  terror

Love starts with bare moves with care Ends with tear.... Love starts with sudden moves with hidden Ends in burden....

She wakes up untimely Before the sun comes early. She works like a robot Telling her feelings to pot. No one mind her

The words are the swords Those pierce our hearts. The tongues are blades Those injure our minds.

Like blooming Stars  Set a flame in my life Compose the love lyrics Always hear my heart Passes the red colour through it.

Yes I am living in a society  I do not know who named this crap  A group of people, a bunch of male and female,  They barely know each other  But they live in a society

Snowfilled valleys with pure calmness inside it. The road to the Villa  lying softly  inside snow

Not everyone you meet in life will stay.   Not everyone in your life will make it till the finish line with you.   Because people in your life, most definitely leave.  

Winds Howled As Sky tried to Blink And I held to Think ; Moments plastering smile When the wind flashed me with ,

They could not push it to pavilion. It will exist and resist hitherto lies. They have bravery molten  in the furnace of oneness.

Every day he came to me To warn me "one day,  you want to leave the world"  But.... I have no time to mind it 

Baby....  I long to hold you on my arms   To feel you on my palms.  I long to kiss you on your forehead   And to feel overwhelmed.