When silence settles, like a shroud
The shallowest thoughts surface, unbound
Like buried treasure in a dark ocean deep
A heavy weight upon the vulnerable chest
It pierces like poison needles, sharp and cold
Innocence slips away, as painful tears unfold
I cease arguing with life's cruel design
Enduring the unbearable, heart-bleeding in time
Cuts on the heart, like gashes, wide and red
Red blood drips, silence and stillness spread
Lips sealed, as if a dead spirit's kiss
A dreadful lesson in muted, voiceless bliss
Head to toe, bloodshed, frozen in pain
Words encapsulated, like acid rain
Swollen eyes, frozen, unable to see
A winter's night, devoid of warmth, or glee
No courage left, in hands, eyes, or feet
Broken heartbeats, no pulse to repeat
A barren land, once fertile and green
Now lies desolate, shattered, and unseen.
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Shadow of Sorrows
The lonely shadow aside from the worldly poles
Wrenching like an unhidden find to hold
And the horrible ink of dreadful poison swiftly mold
Eyes were injurious red like a bleeding bed
Thoughts of frightful threads wrap
and rashly roll the clutching traps
Shadow envelopes like a black door
Tears were tip and tapped one after more
Shadow of shades deeply shallows
Only the gist of suffering and melting melodies
Are fluttering over the sleuth of emotion
God knows the happening in cores of motion
Sometimes, a burial bleed on the surface
Lips bewail like a snubbing scroll
And silence echoes in the cavernous hell
All Alone in the stiff stage of sicks to bell.
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Flowers and Grave
Eyes are closed but souls are not yet
A wrap of white envelopes glow
Holding the four sides with a heavy toe
Darkness unbinds the weeping flow
A bed of dazzling flowers welcomes the white
Angels of love enchantingly bow
Birds twittering in the garden of glory
Daisy Dahlia and Camelia murmur to grow
The castle of fragrance invites the blossom
Fairies decorate the Garden of Grace
A white dove holding the innocent phrase
and the garden glitters as the beats become bitter
Tulip tweets and the lavender bushes
White dove with closed eyes flourishes flawlessly
Melodies of love welcome the innocent
Hibiscus hoovers and azalea utters a holy blow
White covers the courageous color
Asking Petunia now about the awful overs
Garden of Eden embraces integrity and futurity
The ritual ends with happiness and a glow.
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Tajalla Qureshi, Beauty of Qureshi 's Clan. A romanticist who illustrates the artistic and enthusiastic style of writing. A Passionate Author and an emblem of embers from Pakistan. She
has been blessed exquisitely with a divine power of divulging thoughts on a paper of canvas. She celebrated as an international interviewer, columnist, and editor, her voice resonates far and wide, captivating audiences around the globe. Her unique perspective, lyrical style, and profound insights have cemented her place as a leading figure in contemporary literature. She believes that purity, authenticity, and transparency are the monuments of a beautiful pure soul. She reckons that passion and pleasure power and purify the spirit. Her aim is to blow out the lustrous love with the nature through her twinkling vibes. She incredibly weaves, the dynamic aspects of feminine, their chastity, transparency, accuracy, magnificence, innocence in her writings. She admires; Greeks, Classics, Romantics, and Modern Poets in contemporary times. More particularly, she concocts a door to ancient writings, admirations, and engaging inspirations through her poeticality and musicality. She creates bridge between Classics, Romantics, Moderns, and Contemporary through her Phantasmagoric ability to read and write.
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