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The beautiful rain

Drizzling, drizzling comes the rain, Gives pleasures washes the deep pain. Purifies  the earth and it baths the trees, Make every corner and nook dust free. Strengthens the thoughts of every poet, Tells the way of thousands quote. It pours and pours the mighty lake, It gallops and makes the tall trees shake. Every bird […]

At thy gathering

At thy gathering | Parvez Pious

At thy gathering Beyond extreme hardships, we reached in thy gathering, Hiding the quest of the soul from all. Possessed with a wish to meet thee. A heart filled with thousands of hopes. May the desire of heart be fulfilled! Knowing not when thy veil be unveiled, With the struck of lightning, everything shall be […]

Thy glimpse

Thy glimpse | Written by Muhammad Qasim Lal | Offline Thinker

Thy glimpse When thou arrived, Eyes sharpened, and smiled my lips, Thenceforth, Heart stayed pleased!   I, for sure, struggled Paying heed to you! Cause, it felt so unreal, Having you vis-a-vis, Gratefully, it was verity!   O’ mighty Queen!   The very moments, Marked the zenith of My love for thee!   And, thou, […]

Don’t walk from me | Parvez Pious

Don’t walk from me Don’t walk away from me, Take me in thy embrace, You may fall in my love some days. How many faces shall be unveiled in a single face? How many people we find in a single person! When times changes, I will ask thee, If thou changes how people change! Grant […]

Retirement Home

A Mother From a Retirement Home | Written by Dipesh Bhagat | Offline Thinker

Retirement Home The day you came in The world my dear The Heavens envied My pleasure I swear The nine months’ discomfort And all my labor pain Instantly turned into A delightful gain To see you beside On delivery bed Congratulating words Of nurses and maid I resigned my career Without delay Your nourishment and […]

An untold story of an area of Balochistan

An untold story of an area of Balochistan Balochistan, considered as one of the provinces of Pakistan is one of the most populated countries in the world. Inside Balochistan, lies a beautiful and unseen area called Zamuran. And I belong to Zamuran city. I would never be wrong to call my city a place near […]

When shall we meet

When shall we meet? | Islam Abdain

When shall we meet   A poem dedicated to my hidden love! We shall meet, when the whole world goes to sleep, And when nature ends its suffering. Then we shall be soulmates of everlasting, We shall meet, When our souls shall dance with the freedom of nature, Then we shall be combined forever, When […]

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Beauty of nature | Nida Naseer Hamad

Look at the beauty of nature, Stars are hiding, the sun is rising,   The birds are singing, And the flowers are dancing,   Trees are praying, I am hearing,   The sky with blue color, The earth is a super,   I love nature, Because it is our maker.     -Nida Naseer Hamad […]

alone in the dark

Your memories | Shah Nawaz Noor

Your memories   Flower and thorn I like, Whatever, you like, I like,   What is the sin, if I see you, Lovely, eyes and soul, everybody likes,   The weather can’t enjoy, You don’t come, I am alone,   Maybe the burden of society on my shoulder. Tears, may be kept in the eyes […]

The Village by the Sea | Book review

‘The village by the sea’ is a young adult novel written by an Indian writer ‘Anita Desai’. The novel was published in London in 1982, while the US version of the book was released in 1984.   The novel won The Guardian children’s fiction prize, a British book award. It is based on poverty, hardship, […]

When shall we meet

We, the folks | Islam Abdain

We, the souls catenate in a cloistered moment of love We, the folks conversate in a silent gust of wind We, the  companions annihilate in a drop of rain We , the beloved ones cry in a thundering of clouds We, the superior ones become devil with the appetite of bodies We, the lovers become […]

A life passed, The months and years fall, Thy memories hit me hard, A life I awaited for thee.

A life passed | Parvez Ayub | Offline Thinker

A life passed, The months and years fall, Thy memories hit me hard, A life I awaited for thee. Sitting on thy pathways, Waiting like a wingless bird, Having nowhere to fly, Still waiting in frozen dawns, Still frozen in snowy dusks, For me, no nightingale ever sings, No, glowworm to shed a light in […]