Poetry
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If you are a poet and you didn't even know it
@isnot
It is only a heart, not brick or stone. Why should it not overflow with pain? - ghalib
@mahmoudsherif88
In happiness we were over the clouds
in sadness we were beneath the graves
In hope we are like lost in the desert
In loneliness we are like people of the caves
@mahmoudsherif88
There is tragedy in life
like a bird in a cage
dreaming to fly in the sky
then when the cage is opened
It didn't learn how to fly!
@khalid774458
🌅💧The pain of having met you..then you telling me you need time away from me, Darling..is more joyous and delightful in my heart..than thinking of the pain of never having met you
@Hoor12345
Muse by Her. on Instagram: "انتخاب (Intekhāb) — to be chosen; selection. This poetry explores the heartbreak of never being someone’s انتخاب. It captures the quiet ache of always being overlooked, despite having so much love, kindness, and sincerity to offer. [ Urdu Shayari, Heartbreak Poetry, Never Being Chosen, Self Worth, Rejection, Emotional Poetry, Deep Urdu Poetry ] #urdushayari"
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Dax9tRmoR-t/?igsh=MW52NjRtZ2c2dXl6eA==
@Umair84468763
"I pray for a heart that chooses me every day.
@KHADIJAT100
Ghost of my thoughts
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As the day fades away, my feelings become overwhelming
As if the twilight is my awakening
All day, I stay tough and motivated
But as the darkness descends,
It pulls the cover off my masked and buried emotions
Unleashing ghost of my thoughts to haunt me
My tears just won't drop
At least, that will make me feel relieved for a moment
When will the ride on this high current stream come to an end?
or at least slow down?
I open my mouth to scream, but all I did is gasp for air.
The ride has came to a sudden halt
My boat has tumbled into the stream
This is what I wanted, right? For the ride to end
Now I am struggling to reach the banks
Swimming as fast as I can
I have underestimated the current.
It keeps wrapping me, rolling me, and blinding my sight.
Hopefully, i will reach the bank eventually
If i don't get lost in this turmoil
~MKA
@Me90482219
Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life🍃
~Rumi
@Elefzed
Life Spells:
Let them, It will pass,
Time will tell, All is well,
God will heal.
@PoeticJustice
When 2 + 2 Becomes 5
They think they know you…
From a profile picture.
A username.
A handful of comments
Floating across a screen.
They think they know your story…
Without knowing
Where your footsteps have been.
The roads you’ve travelled.
The valleys you’ve crossed.
The battles you’ve fought.
The things you’ve buried.
The things you’ve lost.
They’ve never counted
The tears you cried
When nobody was watching.
Never heard
The silent du’as
You whispered
When your heart was breaking.
Never carried
The weight of the lies
That were spoken about you.
The words that cut deeper
Than anyone ever knew.
Yet somehow…
They’re confident enough
To write your biography
After reading a single page.
One brushstroke…
Then another…
Until a portrait emerges
Painted with assumption,
Coloured by speculation,
Framed by confirmation bias.
They zoom in
On the cracks in the glass…
But never stop
To admire the hands
That kept holding
The shattered pieces together.
They see the scars…
But not the healing.
They see the fragments…
But never the glue.
They notice the moments
You stumbled…
Yet overlook
Every time Allah
Picked you back up
And carried you through.
It’s remarkable really…
How quickly
Two and two
Can become five.
Not because
People are bad at mathematics…
But because
Some have mastered
The art of subtraction.
Subtract context.
Subtract mercy.
Subtract evidence.
Subtract sincerity.
Then add assumption.
And suddenly…
The equation
Was never about numbers.
It was about narratives.
Because when people
Already believe
They know who you are…
Facts become optional.
And assumptions
Become absolute.
So let them calculate
Whatever equation they wish.
Because on the Day
Every sum will be corrected.
Every hidden chapter
Will be revealed.
Every false conclusion
Will be exposed.
And every soul…
Will stand before
The One
_Who has never…
Not even once…
Mistaken
Two and two
For five._