Category Archives: EMOTIONAL POETRY


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Tune baat ki aise andaaz se

Mujhe laga tu koi apna sa

Mere taraf ke tere uss bartaav se

Mujhe laga tu koi sapna sa

Haskar jo tu mujhe dekh leta ek baar

Main soch baithti ki shayad tujhe hai mujhse pyaar

Naadaan thi main tab par aaj jaan chuki hu sach

Aree tujhe fursat hi kaha thi teri duniya se

Jo tu uss bheed me se mujhe dekh pata ek pal

Shikayat nahi hai mujhe tujhse haalaakhi

Tu aisa kare aisi aasha bhi nahi thi meri

Bas tujhe door se dekhkar hi khush rehti thi main

Bas ek baar tujhse baat kar jee leti thi main

Tujhe chot pohche aisa iraada na tha mera

Tujhe achha na lagega ye khayaal na tha mera

Main toh bas itna jaanti thi ki

Tere bina jeena gawaara tha mera

Teri palkon ki nazar se guzara tha mera

Tere aane se zindagi me bahaar aayi mere

Aur tere jaane se zindagi ke sapne bikhar gaye mere

Bhoolkar mujhe khush toh hoga bohot zindagi se ?

Bhoolkar mujhe khush toh hoga bohot zindagi se ?

Meri toh zindagi hi chal rahi hai tere yaadon ke sahaare se

Meri toh zindagi hi chal rahi hai tere yaadon ke sahaare se

  • Manali

Manali’s blog


Woodland Fire and Afterlife

Stacked up money defines rich
Like tomfool said your vehement belief
A magic, a wonder, a gradual change 
Inebriated mess, you let it become
Like flame is that rich, so glorious and bright
As woodland on fire, you let it burn self
None to stop, charred and burned your soul.
With wind flew its ashes, remnants of emotions
No face in the mirror, No shadow in the sun
No love to feel, No heart to beat.
Tight in the hold of devil named money 
A drug it was, the power you felt.
Cackled as a maniac, ripped own humanity,
Now stop acting human, you are not one.
Got no rightful place with mother Earth
A dead weight no more, prepare to go 
With no one to love, to miss you in leave
Find a new planet, Find your peace.

Though Everything’s Buyable (Haiku)

Look; “Those seeds start grow

While the plastic plants stood still

And it’s quite different”

Pict source: pinterest


HAIKU by Rijal Muammar from Indonesia

Rijal is an author of a book in poetry titled as BUKANTOLOGI, that written in Bahasa (Indonesian Language). For more awesome poems, Find him on:

Medium: Kerijalan

Instagram: bukantologi

Life Amid The Reaper ,A GUEST POETRY BY “Michael Carlino (Mr.Chilio Lane)”

Life Amid The Reaper 

I took a nap amid the rose
Only to wake, by a tickle of the nose
My eye caught the grace of the scarlet flower
So there I dozed for one more hour

I took a nap amid the bomb
Praying to sing just one more song
My ear rang, the screeching sound of death
I woke to find nothing left

I fell asleep amid my love
Within my arms she fit snug
My heart thumbed, an alluring beat
Then I heard a voice so sweet:

“Each day you live, you must reach higher
Soon enough this life will expire
Strive until there’s nothing left
Persist until you’ve lost your breath”

Some sit in chairs, pondering thoughts
Others open bags to see what they bought
You chose the path that suits you proper
So why not choose gold, instead of copper

I searched the depths for something deeper
Then closed my eyes amid the reaper

by: Michael Carlino



I am not saying that I am very Big poet,…but I can just say..that I have a Tremendous experience of on the basis of that..I am elaborating few TIPS…

1.MEANINGFUL:-while writing any sher (poetry) we should not only concentrate to make last words similar or Rythematic ,but also on making our creation meaningful or message giving.In order to just complete ur sher,don’t use such words which may be rythematic/similar but senseless or meaningless.this will no doubt complete ur sher in a minimum time,but will produce a non effective or non Interesting sher.

so always concentrate on making ur sher MEANINGFUL

2.DEEP THNINKING:-Think as Deep as u can,while writing. Any SHER/GHAZAL/NAZM will be much more effective,if it has been written after Deep thinking.

3.HEART TOUCHING:-Do not write with pen but write with ur Heart..means feel it first spiritually/emotionally & then write.A poet can be called a poet only if his poetries reaches to the HEART of his listeners & Readers(this thing I have mentioned in my book also)
Your language of Urdu may be easy or hard but the THEME of ur poetry should be such that It may create “VIBRATIONS” in the HEART of a Reader/listener.

so,follow these 3 tips of poetry writing & give ur Readers a BEAUTIFUL POETRY.





pebbles in ponds glisten
fish swim over fins christen
love is a nested ring

smart girls stumble upon garden roots
girls in glasses shoo off new shoots
love is a broken thing

he writes her name with quiet fingers
spells her lips with love he brings her
love is a nested wing

Bunnies shan’t nibble new bouncy mates
Bouncers trounce with rakes at gates
love is a tempest thing

market to market to sell fat hogs hearken…his love doesn’t cry
his belted shorts aren’t a bargain…soft saffron in his eyes
love is a forever scented sigh

BY: Kae Bucher



Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman 


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

by: Maya Angelou