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ᴋʜᴀɴ ꜱᴀʜᴀʙ

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ہم وفا کرتے رہے اور وہ جفا کرتے رہے ہم نمازِ عشق ہر صورت ادا کرتے رہے ۔ اور وہ ہمارے حال پر کبھی تو ہونگے مہرباں بس اسی دھوکھے میں ہم خود کو تباہ کرتے رہے ۔ ©ᴋʜᴀɴ ꜱᴀʜᴀʙ #خودکوتباہ کرتےرہے urdu poetry sad urdu poetry deep poetry in urdu

ہم وفا کرتے رہے اور وہ جفا کرتے رہے ہم نمازِ عشق ہر صورت ادا کرتے رہے ۔ اور وہ ہمارے حال پر کبھی تو ہونگے مہرباں بس اسی دھوکھے میں ہم خود کو تباہ کرتے رہے ۔ ©ᴋʜᴀɴ ꜱᴀʜᴀʙ #خودکوتباہ کرتےرہے urdu poetry sad urdu poetry deep poetry in urdu

Rafiq Narma

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White ہزاروں سال نرگس اپنی بے نوری پہ روتی ہے بڑی مشکل سے ہوتا ہے چمن میںدیدہ ور پیدا ©Rafiq Narma #GoodNight poetry urdu poetry urdu poetry deep poetry in urdu

White ہزاروں سال نرگس اپنی بے نوری پہ روتی ہے بڑی مشکل سے ہوتا ہے چمن میںدیدہ ور پیدا ©Rafiq Narma #GoodNight poetry urdu poetry urdu poetry deep poetry in urdu

twisha ray

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As evening settles soft and low, The sky, a canvas starts to show, Its palette rich with twilight's hue, A blend of purple, gold, and blue. The sun dips low, a fleeting glance, The day surrenders to night's dance, With shadows deep and whispers mild, The sky transforms, serene and wild. Stars emerge, a glistening seam, In dusk’s embrace, a twilight dream, The world below begins to fade, As night ascends, in starlight draped. The evening’s breath, a gentle sigh, Beneath the vast, expanding sky, In this transition, peace is found, As dusk and night both come around. As evening's curtain starts to fall, The sky receives a gentle call, From twilight’s brush, both soft and grand, A muted hue spreads o’er the land. The sun’s last kiss is faint and warm, A fleeting touch before the storm Of night invades with velvet grace, And shadows stretch, embrace the space. Clouds, like whispers, drift on high, In shades of rose and deepened sigh, The horizon blurs in dusky tones, Where day’s last light and starlight blend. The stars ignite, a scattered lace, That shimmers in the evening's face, The world below in quiet rests, As night unfolds its silken vest. In dusk’s embrace, the world finds peace, As day’s bright pulse begins to cease, And in the sky, where dark meets light, The evening glows, a tranquil sight. ©twisha ray Evening times #trnojo134 #thoughtdiaries #Life_experience

As evening settles soft and low, The sky, a canvas starts to show, Its palette rich with twilight's hue, A blend of purple, gold, and blue. The sun dips low, a fleeting glance, The day surrenders to night's dance, With shadows deep and whispers mild, The sky transforms, serene and wild. Stars emerge, a glistening seam, In dusk’s embrace, a twilight dream, The world below begins to fade, As night ascends, in starlight draped. The evening’s breath, a gentle sigh, Beneath the vast, expanding sky, In this transition, peace is found, As dusk and night both come around. As evening's curtain starts to fall, The sky receives a gentle call, From twilight’s brush, both soft and grand, A muted hue spreads o’er the land. The sun’s last kiss is faint and warm, A fleeting touch before the storm Of night invades with velvet grace, And shadows stretch, embrace the space. Clouds, like whispers, drift on high, In shades of rose and deepened sigh, The horizon blurs in dusky tones, Where day’s last light and starlight blend. The stars ignite, a scattered lace, That shimmers in the evening's face, The world below in quiet rests, As night unfolds its silken vest. In dusk’s embrace, the world finds peace, As day’s bright pulse begins to cease, And in the sky, where dark meets light, The evening glows, a tranquil sight. ©twisha ray Evening times #trnojo134 #thoughtdiaries #Life_experience

Schizology

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At times At times Even the blind Can see through lies Even the blind Can see the truth At times Even the weak Can lift your spirits Even the weak Can carry your problems At times Even the ill Can feel well Even the ill Can cure your sickness At times Even the deaf Can hear pretty music Even the deaf Can play you songs At times Even the lonely Can feel content Even the lonely Can be a friend ©Schizology At times #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Times poetry in english

At times At times Even the blind Can see through lies Even the blind Can see the truth At times Even the weak Can lift your spirits Even the weak Can carry your problems At times Even the ill Can feel well Even the ill Can cure your sickness At times Even the deaf Can hear pretty music Even the deaf Can play you songs At times Even the lonely Can feel content Even the lonely Can be a friend ©Schizology At times #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Times poetry in english