Skip to main content

Silent Whispers of the Mystic Soul

In the realm where love resides,

A poetry of passion abides,

You are my love, my cherished delight,

My heart's devotion, my guiding light.


With every breath, you grace my days,

You're the faith that never sways,

In the depths of my soul, you're found,

A melody that echoes, profound.


In your presence, my spirit soars,

You're the enchantment my being adores,

Like a gentle breeze, you softly hide,

In the depths of my heart, you reside.


Within the cold, you offer solace,

A refuge for my weary soul's embrace,

In temples and mosques, you're revered,

In rivers and rituals, you're endeared.


You're the verses of the holy books,

The wisdom that every seeker looks,

In the search for truth, you lead the way,

Guiding my steps, day by day.


You are the poetry that flows through my veins,

In each verse, your love gently reigns,

With every word, our story unfurls,

A tale of love that transcends the worlds.


You're the rhythm in every song,

The essence that makes my heart long,

You're the healing touch, the gentle balm,

A sanctuary where my soul finds calm.


In each breath, your presence prevails,

Enveloping me with love that never fails,

You're my strength in times of trial,

The solace in every tear and smile.


Oh, divine beauty, my beloved divine,

You are my love, my cherished shrine,

In this symphony of life, you're the key,

Forever entwined, you and me.


In every dawn, in every night,

You are my love, my eternal light,

With each passing moment, I adore,

You, my beloved, forevermore.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

‘From Nostalgia to the Flight of Rebirth’ (An Eagle’s perspective)

Trapped in chains of the past, my existence bound, Agony sits atop the zenith, where sorrows surround. My timid heart besieged in the valley of despair, Reality's weight overthrows courage, leaving it bare. No wish granted by God's creation, it seems, Wounded by the dagger of history, lost in dreams. Ages have passed since wings of glory were unfurled, Once bestowed with exaltation, now weighed on my world. Feathers heavy and stuck to my aged chest, As apprehensions cling, refusing to rest. Shall I praise the claws that once caught with pride? The ones that hunted with honor, no longer stride. Talons, once adorned with flair, have lost their might, A century ago they gleamed, commanding the fight. Veil lifted from memories, my conscience now aware, Of a sermon's wisdom, an elder's heartfelt glare. "Oh creature of God, flight is your sacred duty, The heavens await, your destination of beauty. Integrity holds you firm, preventing your fall, Answer the earth's cal...

A Historic Interplay: How Pakistan's Hockey Genius Shaped Football Glory in Argentina 1978

In the vibrant sports landscape of 1978 Argentina, a tale of unparalleled sportsmanship unfolded, intertwining the worlds of hockey and football, with Pakistan at the heart of an extraordinary strategic exchange. Amidst Argentina's hosting of both the hockey and football World Cups, the hockey tournament in March-April showcased Pakistan's awe-inspiring team, masterfully managed by Abdul Waheed Khan and led by the indomitable captain, Islahuddin. Their attacking brilliance not only shattered records but also captivated the world's imagination. The Green-shirts etched their names in history by becoming the first team to claim a World Cup title without a single loss or draw. Their remarkable goal difference of 31 goals (scoring an impressive 35 goals while conceding only four) remains unmatched, a testament to their sheer dominance on the field. Beyond the statistics, it was Pakistan's enthralling style of dismantling strong European adversaries that resonated globally. A...

A Leader's Burden: Jinnah's Personal Sacrifices for Pakistan

Few leaders are remembered not only for their political acumen but also for their personal sacrifices. Muhammad Ali Jinnah, the founding father of Pakistan, stands tall among those luminaries. His unwavering commitment to the cause of Pakistan came at a great personal cost, marked by sacrifice and solitude. Jinnah's marriage to Rattanbai, affectionately known as "Ruttie," was not just a union of two individuals but a fusion of cultures and religions. Despite the age and religious differences, their love was profound and enduring. Ruttie's conversion to Islam before their marriage symbolized her commitment to their relationship and to Jinnah's ideals. Their marriage was not devoid of challenges. Jinnah's relentless dedication to his political aspirations often clashed with Ruttie's desire for a fairytale romance. While he saw marriage as a solemn duty, she yearned for the pleasures of life. Despite these differences, their love remained steadfast, a beacon ...