Love poetry? 📚💕 Then you're in the right place! @WhisperedVerses is not just a channel, it's a community of poetry enthusiasts who live and breathe verses.
Here, you can dive into a world of rhythm and emotion 🌊💫, exploring a vast array of works from the classics that have stood the test of time, to contemporary pieces that resonate with the world today.
But that's not all! @WhisperedVerses is also a platform for you to share your own verses 📝✨. Whether you're a seasoned poet with years of experience under your belt, or a newbie just starting to explore the beauty of poetry, you're welcome here.
hosh aayā to sabhī ḳhvāb the reza reza
jaise uḌte hue aurāq-e-pareshāñ jānāñ
Tum khawab ho simat jaane ko ya sadiyon ke liye tareekh bnane ko
Fir ye saahil se anadaza-e-toofan lgate in aankhon me beenayi kaisi hai،
Manzare shab-e-tab mayassar ho to ban kar shama'a chamakna seekho
Na ho gar khidmat-e-khalq to fir ye sadabahar zindagani kaisi hai.
تُم خواب ہو سمٹ جانے کو یا صدیوں کے لیے تاریخ بنانے کو
پھر یہ ساحل سے اندازۂ طوفاں لگاتے ان آنکھوں میں بینائی کیسی ہے۔
منظر شب تاب میسر ہے تو بن کر شمع چمکنا سیکھو
نہ ہو گر خدمتِ خلق تو پھر یہ سدابہار زندگانی کیسی ہے۔
Hey there,
Imagine this: you stumble upon a hidden alleyway, sunlight dappling through leaves, and find a poem scrawled on a weathered brick wall. It speaks to your soul, whispers emotions you didn't know you had. That's what I aim to do with my words at @Poeticwelkin.
And guess what? YOU, brilliant YOU, decided to step into that alleyway. Your subscription fills my heart with more warmth than a crackling fireplace on a snowy night. Seriously, it means the world.
It's not just about numbers, though (although, let's be honest, they do give a writer goosebumps!). But your presence tells me something magical: someone out there connects with my poems, finds solace in my quotes, and maybe even feels a spark of inspiration. That's a responsibility I don't take lightly.
Seriously though, your subscription is like finding a rare, signed first edition in a dusty attic – unexpected, delightful, and oh-so-valuable. It fuels my fire to keep crafting poems that tickle your funny bone, melt your heartstrings, and maybe even make you question the very fabric of reality (okay, maybe that's a bit ambitious, but hey, gotta aim high, right?).
Thank you, from the bottom of my ink-stained fingers, for being a part of @Poeticwelkin. You're not just a subscriber, you're a fellow adventurer on this journey of self-expression. Let's keep exploring, word by word, line by line.
With immense gratitude, love and endless creativity.
Amir Raza!
There are a lot of new members on this channel, Welcome all❤️🩹🥳🥳
You all will get a personalized letter of appreciation for reading and joining this channel soon, as I share it with the new members to show a token of gratitude. ❤️🩹🥂
When hamlets of words walked away from my home
grief turned itself into the remnant of ashes
and painted so dark that even the sun couldn't fill it with light
walls mourned over the death of shadow
While I drowned in the fear of a way that couldn't come
in a town of dead souls roaming around the enshrined tombs,
And the silence that echoed through the empty halls
Seems to scream of lost memories, broken dreams
A stillness that's shattered by the wind's mournful calls
And the rustling of leaves, a mournful theme.
The sky that once was bright and filled with hope
Now seems to be obscured by a veil of grey
The raindrops that trickle down my windowpane
Seem to wash away my pain, but only for a moment, then it stays.
I wander through the streets, aimless and alone
Wishing for a sign, a ray of light in the dark
But all I find are the echoes of my own voice
And the shadows that haunt me, like a never-ending mark.
And in the distance, I hear the sound of laughter
A reminder of the joy that once lived here
But now it's gone, like a flame that's been snuffed
Leaving behind a feeling of despair and fear.
I stand in the midst of this ghost town
A prisoner of my thoughts and the past
Hoping that someday, the words will come back around
And fill this place with life, at last.
The corporate world is where you do entire work and a senior comes and steals all the credit, Din raat mahnat maine kiya research and strategy building par aur meeting me credit le gye senior😭😭
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ना जाने किस क़दर रूह में लोग समा जाते हैं
इश्क़ बेइंतहा पर इज़हार नहीं कर पाते हैं
सदा ही आंखों में इश्क़ लेकर जो ढूंढा करते
वो जब मिले तो नजरें उनसे मिला नहीं पाते हैं
बड़े ही शौक़ से जो दिल को संभालते हैं
उनकी इक मुस्कुराहट पर इश्क की बाज़ी हार जाते हैं
🥀🥀
कुछ ना बदला बस हम थोड़े बदल गए
इश्क़ से हारकर हम बहुत संभल गए।
and I'm waiting for the moment to get realised I have been left alike a blank canvas for reasons
and the very universe consipred to let me wait for you to let you paint my acrylic existence with your brushstroke which holds the purity to let us shine and define,
~hope
I stopped talking about my dreams. I no longer chase them. I just let the universe make a way for them. It’s not that I don’t want them anymore. I just realized I have already given my best to prove to the world I deserve them but it keeps denying me, until I end up believing in the power of time and fate instead.
I just realized this, that not pressuring myself about the future anymore means more peace. Sometimes, it’s the best way to look for other things instead of focusing on one passion. Sometimes, it’s the best way to find an opportunity that I didn’t know I’d be needing more. Sometimes, it’s just about taking the risk, about letting go, about going to another comfort zone, and about living the reality. Sometimes, it’s just about the thought that I tried and that’s enough— trying doesn’t just stop here. I may stopped talking about my dreams, but I didn’t stop reaching for them.
Dived into my fresh pale textbook
I learned the drifting theorem of calculus,
I was on the edge of Astrophysics
Unearthing the old saga of the universe,
A pure form of non-negative integer to negative Infinity
Life seemed tragic and fascinating with every rewriting question,
Filled with the hue of confused certainty
Laws of physics I blended with chemistry,
I was roaming vacant streets of unwritten pages
Running far from the reality
I took the morphed theory of life
Poured how I wanted to dive,
Time stopped and someone travelling surpassing the Theory of Relativity ceased my mind
Compelled me behind the organic bars
I was no longer alive to look after my valence shell
My electron kept running and deviated once on the aisle
Mixed with tiny droplets of water and my identity exploded,
A pure glaring Potassium I was
Left the imprint of burning water in a nutshell,
I packed my neutron and dived too far
Life was easy in my imaginative universe and everything else devoid of laws seemed spellbound.
✨ all 'mfs' my full stops 😭🤣 ✨
@FullWave_Rectifier - suraj
@unsaidmess - sparkle
@herdumpyard - sauce
@nvmwhocares - august
@Shrijeet_Rachit - shrijiiii
@poeticwelkin - amir
@lilpoetic - sparkle again
anyone else?
Find someone who sends you his/her every update in voice notes each moment warna baki sab bas dikhawa hai 😌
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A video that starts with a close-up of a dirty alleyway, overflowing with trash and litter. You immediately judge the entire place as filthy and undesirable.
But then, the camera pans out. The alleyway opens up into a vibrant street market, bustling with life and colour. You see vendors selling exotic spices, musicians playing traditional tunes, and children laughing as they chase pigeons. Suddenly, the initial impression of filth is replaced by a sense of wonder and beauty.
That's exactly what happens when we judge people based on limited first impressions. We focus on the flaws, the awkward silences, the carefully masked insecurities. It's like only seeing the dirty dishes in someone's sink and assuming their entire house is a mess. But just like the video, there's so much more to people than what meets the eye.
When we give people the chance to open up and share their stories, their passions, and their dreams, we discover hidden depths and unique qualities we never knew existed. It's like the camera zooming out to reveal the breathtaking landscape behind the dirty alleyway. We see their kindness, their humour, their resilience, and their capacity for love. And that's when we realize that judging someone based on a few flaws is like judging an entire book by its cover.
The way glimmer celebrates her countenance
And illuminates her every feature to behold,
It makes me feel as if I am in a surreal sacred place
To behold, to beautify, to inscribe, the utopic paradise!
Ahhan! But to be in love!
(lekin main nhi hun)
Hiii (with the intention to watch Ishq-e-Murshad together) 🫠
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What I should write!?
Give me the prompts, or the lines you wish to see written poem, and I'll write it.
as evening falls
beneath the shrinking light
and impends towards dusk
while amusing utopian perception
I blow a candle
in the armoury
for beyond it carries sensation
I slowly whistle a rumbling whisper
which tempts an enchanting balloon
holding glow and spark
gleaming vivaciously graciously
as the drop pudding inside the pond
creating a ripple
and so the sign of vitality
to voyage on an excursion with endurance
and calmed after a moment
like the mercury after attaining a specific temperature,
I carry sigh and bliss
along with me in a suitcase
I carry
filled with remembrance
of nocturnal and grace
and the collection of moments
that baksed into the sunshine
and celebrated when the first drop of monsoon fell in the courtyard
I held the wave
that holds the tremor, trough and crest
the clandestine phases of my existence
that I carry in my not so sparkled suitcase,
the balloon drove into the wilderness
as I woke up after a sensational nightmare
I couldn't hold my breath for a moment
for it took my sighs and bliss
and snatched the tiny remembrance from my pocket
that I accumulated from the air that I breathed,
In my thicket of perception
I wear all the galaxy
that I picked out from the universe
which held magic and lies
that I decorated to wear on an auspicious momentous moment
and all I want is to look like Sirius among universes
with my own twinkling gleam,
but it's the nature of the universe
that forgot me with the slightly transitioning version of reality
that is all I witnessed
'It's only spring that holds flowers whilst the existence is like autumn in which I fell like a piece of leaves and left forgotten and so the disappearance is and so the balloon bursts',
Burying the book I wanted to write about you.
End.
कोई तो हो
जो हो सिर्फ़ मेरे लिए,
इसलिए नहीं के मेरी खामोशी की वजह पूछे
वो तो जान जाए मेरे घुटन की वजह
मुझ से पहले
और चुपके से मेरे सिरहाने आकर मेरे बालों पर आहिस्ते से हाथ फेर कर कहे
"मैं हूं ना",
वो जो पढ़ ले
मेरे अल्फाज़ को शफ्फाफ काग़ज़ के पन्नो पर आंसुओं को पड़ने से पहले
वो कहे
मैं जानती हूं
तुम टूट चुके हो बुरी तरह और बिखरे हो
पर यक़ीन करो मेरा
तुम जुड़ सकते हो
एक बार फिर
तुम चल सकते हो
पकड़ कर मेरा हाथ
परवाह नहीं मुझे ज़माने की वो क्या कहेगा
मुझे तो बस तुम चाहिए हमेशा के लिए
बस तुम
कोई तो हो
जो कहे तुम अच्छे नहीं लगते ख़ामोश इस क़दर
यूं चंचल रहा करो जैसे नदियां बहती हैं शीतल धार जैसी
और जैसे चिड़ियों की चहक दुनियां को मदहोश करती है
मुझे प्यार है तुम्हारे नटखट बचपने से और
प्रेम है मुझे तुम्हारी संजीदा मुस्कुराहट से
मैं चाहती हूं के "तुम सिर्फ तुम रहा करो" मेरे पास
मेरी गोद में सिर रखकर लेटा करो
और तारीफ करो तुम मेरी हमेशा
कोई तो हो
जो पढ़ सके दिल के मद्धम सी आवाज़ को
और पकड़ कर हाथ अपने दिल पर रख कर कहे
"जानते हो ये भी तुम्हारे संग गा रही है
एक अमर प्रेम कहानी"
और मैं उसकी मुस्कुराहट को पढ़ूं
और आंखों में डूब कर
सोचने लग जाऊं
प्यार इतना प्यारा कैसे होता है
कोई तो हो
जो देखे मुझे तो बस देखते रह जाए
और मुस्कुराकर कहे
मुझे इश्क़ है तुमसे
और तुम्हारे हर छुपे दर्द से
जिसे तुम छुपाते हो
और मुहब्बत है तुमसे
जो मुस्कुराते हो एक झूठी हंसी लेकर
पर यकीन मानो
तुम्हारे दर्द को मैं समझती हूं
और महसूस करती हूं
तुम्हारे अस्तित्व को खुद में
जैसे तुम बने हो सिर्फ मेरे लिए
किसी पिछले जन्म से ही
एक अटूट बंधन में बंधे हुए
और कहे मुझे
हां जानती हूं
तुम ख्यालों में बहुत अच्छा इश्क़ कर लेते हो
पर तुम्हारे दिल के हर एक कोने को ज़रूरत है मेरी
मुझे सिलने दो तुम्हारे हर एक दर्द को
हां, वक्त लगेगा कुछ
पर मैं यक़ीनन संभाल लूंगी
मैं तुम्हें संवार दूंगी,
तुम शायद नहीं जानते
पर तुम्हें जरूरत है मेरी
तुम्हें जरूरत है मेरी
मुझे जरूरत है मेरी|
inspired by Nidhi Narwal ❤️:-)
Ek arse se main khud mein is qadar khoyaa rha
Chand nikli to malum para unke yaad mein rota rha.
Let this year shower only flowers in your life!
No trials and tribunals but only happiness. ❤️🥂
Let the flowers bloom with their aura
Let me die with the compunction glee,
I am thereby to adore the calmness
Let me make the furore my colleague,
I am still vague amidst the facade of sense
Let me embrace my clandestine dour existence,
Inside the moon they avoid the ostentation of scars
Let me concoct the flawed nocturnal to embrace,
I am not known to the palpable grass of my courtyard
Let me remain obscured inside to embellish my existence,
I can die inside the fathom of seriousness
Let my words bloom inside the grave of happiness!
Fir ho gya ek arsa kisi ke talabgaar bane
Maine chor diya ishq keh zindagi aasan bane
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