we're all beggars here, clawing at each other's sepia-toned loneliness ... || caffeinated afterthoughts and lovers' vomit ||

~ dream fuel ~

"life is slow dying. so are their separate ways of building, benediction, measuring love and money ways of slowly dying." ~ philip larkin

~ are these the last ones / or the ones that'll last? ~

किस गुल से हुस्न टपकता है किस खुश्ब की रवानी रहती है तेरे नर्म होंठो की अरक हर गुलशन की कहानी कहती है ........ (जब सहबा ए कुहन....) और जबसे सुना है उनके खयालात हमारी कब्र को लेकर जनाब! हमें तो अब मरने से भी मोहब्बत हो गई ...... (मोहब्बत हो गई...) इस्तिहारा करूं, इस्तिखारा करूं तू फिर मिले तो मैं इश्क दोबारा करूं ...... (तू फिर मिले...) फिर अंधेरों में नए शफ़क की तलाश है फिर नया दिन नए सफर की तलाश है ...... (तलाश है....) . इश्क़ मेरा हिकायत-ए-मग़्मूम तो नहीं? मेरी जां हमारा इश्क़ कोई जुल्म तो नहीं? ....... (इश्क़ मेरा....) "अगर तुम हमसे आश्ना हो, तो फिर ठीक है 'गर नहीं तो फिर कुछ नहीं हमारा तो तआ'रुफ़ ही तुमसे है अगर तुम नहीं तो फिर कुछ नहीं" ..........( तो फिर कुछ नहीं....) . . . . . . For more interesting poetries you can continue reading this book till the end. Yeah I know some of poetries from this book is not that good but don't worry move forward because I'm damn sure you'll surely the next one because sometimes my mind doesn't know how to put actual words and that's how I end up with anything similar and sometimes it doesn't get along. For that please

More poems. Trigger warning, mature content. Mostly about how I feel after writing all these years... Like rust. Come and get your daily dose of iron rich melancholy.

"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then the poetry side of the Watty's contest and I have since kept it current with odds and ends. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones

This is my second story book of poetry after publishing Sitting Under a Torn Umbrella - with a new title and have a new outlook. Now modernization of humanity is found nakedly in every aspect of life. Divine law doesn't follow today. Rather we disobey whimsically, arrogantly, intentionally without pondering over its side effects and destructive result. Effortless effort, coreless relation do raise its ugly head like a poisonous snake. The words like filial piety, cordiality, fraternity, honesty, modesty do not get entry into our so called modern lexicon. Man's faith is being stampeded on foot, hope sinks into dispair, promise is broken, innocuous peace cut into pieces. Hanky-panky, desultory atmosphere forced us to go back to the Days of Ignorance. Hopelessly we do feel pangs of neglect sitting under a torn umbrella.

Poems that hurt or heal the soul

Shayar E-Mehfil is a celebration of words, emotions, and the timeless art of expression. This collection brings together the soul-stirring beauty of shayari, woven with elegance and depth, capturing the essence of every moment shared in the company of heartfelt conversations and meaningful silences.