Poetry

Stop playing with my heart secretly.
You are an example of the pictures I drew in my imagination.

So how can I not fall for those mediocre eyes which will only be mine?
How can you take a chunk of my thoughts without my permission?

Unknowingly you took my imagination.
And now are you trying to open an exit?

How many more days should I wait for your tiptoes. Just tell me half of your thoughts.

Why don't you just take my hand, look at my eyes and forget about the world . See the world through my black shades which show only your reflection. No one else's if you let me.

Let's stay true to ourselves and forget the rest of the storms and fires.

Sometimes a lonely heart needs no promises,
Just someone who stays and listens in silence.
If your nights feel a little too quiet,
Maybe we could share a few words and ease the silence.
If this touches your heart, please message me. 🥀

Attraction gets your attention.
Conversation keeps it.
Character makes you stay.

Maybe love isn’t about finding someone new,
But finding the one who makes the world feel less blue.
A gentle soul, a loyal heart, a hand to hold through time—
Perhaps somewhere out there, your heart is meant to rhyme with mine. ❤️

I’m not searching for perfection, just a heart that feels like home,
Someone to laugh with, grow with, and never feel alone.
If fate has written our names somewhere along the way,
I hope we find each other before the pages fade away. ❤️

Dust of Grief Across the Sky
Across the dome of the sky lies scattered the dust of grief
Where now is the glory of the Caliphate where the soaring peaks of majesty
A shadow of foreign rule hangs over the sacred mantle of Jerusalem
Red with blood is every desert and crimson every field of tulips
Our birds fly homeless the holy sanctuary stripped of honor
No sword remains in the hand of the believer
The guardians of the sanctuary drown in wine filled goblets
Extinguishing with their own hands the lights of their own home
In servile devotion to foreign powers they squandered their faith
Kings and sultans reduced to mere instruments of the adversary
Internal strife has extinguished the flame of selfhood
Forgetting the lesson once taught by the Quran
Arise for the dawn approaches awaken O oblivious soul
Should the nation unite as one every prison house shall break
The gaze of spiritual poverty possesses a renewed vision
Before which the ancient celestial palace turns dark
It is not the way of the believer to fear the enemy
Nor to weep forever over one wretched plight
Until your selfhood is ignited by the warmth of Haidar courage
The destiny of earth and time shall never change
You alone possess true foresight you are the voice of life
Teach the world once more the lessons of love and dignity
Emerge from the quiet shrines into the battlefield
That the spell of falsehood may shatter and the dawn of a new era arrive
Erase the marks of division and should we unite as one nation
Every desert of the Holy Land shall bloom once more into a field of tulips

  Faris Ahmed 

English Translation Of My Urdu Poem.

Perhaps growing up
is realizing
that some endings
were never meant
to have explanations.
🪽

I thought my heart had learned to stand alone,
Until your love made all its silence known.

You came with truth, no mask, no need to hide,
And every wound in me knew yours inside.

As Eve from Adam’s rib was shaped by grace,
I found my missing piece in your embrace.

I want the years to silver both our hair,
While children’s laughter fills the home we share.

And when my final breath is almost through,
I’ll thank Allah for blessing me with you.

(D ❤️❤️)

Life is hers, death is mine,

Peace is hers, stress is mine,

Happiness is hers, sorrow is mine,

Everything is hers,

But she is mine. (Im single so technically no female is mine… yet) 😭🥲

One day, you’ll find out what I’ve been up to.