Pages From My Diary

This is honestly the last poem on my blog (for today at least), this one, I wrote 'with someone' as a memory, it's not much focused on the balance and words, rather it's quite silly and childish, also very short, you may not enjoy it much, but well, it means 'something' to me. The sky is so high It makes me wanna fly I wanna touch it's end But I know it's very high I do want to discover What makes it change its color

So here's a poem, I call it the masterpiece of my diary, a little sentimental because I actually wrote it for 'someone', 'someone' very special to me :) The bright, smiling face The big, shining eyes That lit up my mode And haul me out of loneliness The letter in scribbly handwriting Wrote by the warm hands With a quilt and an ink The scent of lavender and the sight of duck's feathers Will always remind me of you And those happy moments spent with you

Hello, I'm back with my poems again after a three-day gap. As I couldn't accomplish my goal that day, (maybe that's my problem) I had to turn up here again to publish the leftover stock, but trust me, it's gonna be over today. This poem has a pretty long story, but I'll try to keep it short. I had been scribbling in my diary for long enough, and my diary had been in a pretty rough condition. I felt sorry for it and decided to write something for the thing that had been providing me inspiration and space to dump my writings in, initially, I had started by writing some traditional, letter-to-my-dear-diary stuff, but halfway through it, I changed my mind, and decided to turn it into something creative and more inspirational, 'a poem', that was the idea that came to my mind (I don't know why, but since I had attended the writing workshop, I have been writing poetry, poetry, and only poetry) so moving on, instead of writing that dear-diary stuff, I wrote this...

Okay, so another post.  The bad news: is it's a poem, the good news: is it's on a different topic:  Hope, a word that germinated when life began Hope, a word that gives new dimensions Hope, a feeling that enables a person to fly Hope, a nutrient essential for human growth Hope, a necessity for a person to bloom Hope, a drought of water in the desert of life Hope, a star in the dark. rainy night Hope, a sight of color in the black-and-white world Hope, a bloom of flowers on a hard concrete floor

 Another poem!!, fed up with them? I know, but I have to keep posting, as I have to hit my goal for today, which is to post all that I had stored up for six-plus months. This one's also about feelings, but trust me, it's the last one :> Pleasure is a pleasant little thing A thing that takes you to the height of enjoyment The feeling of happiness The smile on the face As you go through an experience An experience that goes through pleasure

Hey, I'm   here again, it's only been a minute since I posted my last poem, and here I am, typing another one, I figured out that maybe I should try to post as many writeups as I can for today, as I have another busy day looming up. This one's quite longer than the previous one and way better too, personally, I turned out to be very happy with it  So often it does happen  When you feel nothing You decide to do something But you end up with nothing There's a whirlpool of thoughts going on inside you But you think nothing You so badly want to do something But you do nothing If it ever happens to you It means that you live You feel You think You act You may not understand it sometimes But think upon it Try to catch the feeling And enjoy the moment The unique moment in your life The moment of emptiness And the feeling of nothingness P.S: It just occurred to me that all the poems I have posted on this blog are related to emotions and feelings, I'll try to write on some o...

 Hey fellas, I'm here with another poem, well since I have been very unpunctual, I decided to recompense it by posting as early as I can, I had this poem written in my diary, waiting to be published, and now that I have finally found some time, I decided to give it a go. It's really very short and uneven, but anyhow, I had promised to post all of my writing and poetry pieces, so I had to, I tried my best, so please don't judge :| The tear-stained face The sad eyes The frown on the forehead The sauntered stroll All shout out a note: 'Feeling depressed'

 Hey guys, I'm back. I know, I know, I'm very unpunctual on my blog, And I also know that I had promised a lot of stories and essays, but well, I've been really, really busy with my exams, visits to Karachi, visitors from Karachi, online workshops, courses, and a lot more!  I'm really very sorry about it, too feel quite bad about it, and well, I wanted to return and punch a few words here, but I simply couldn't find time. We plan a lot of things, but we never know what Allah has planned for us and what lies ahead, So excuse me for now, and just enjoy my latest poetry piece :)  I wrote this while attending a writing workshop, the assignment was to write a poem, and I wrote this one: I'm sitting in my room all alone Not a cup of coffee, not a single book, not my mobile Just me, my room, and my furniture What do I feel Nothing What do I do Nothing I hear music from the next house Cheers, laughter, and lots of people partying What should I do Nothing What do I think...