Urdupoetry Stories

These are the words that came when I couldn't stay quiet, Pieces of thoughts I whispered to myself, Moments I couldn't hold in my chest.. These are just fragments of what I felt, what I saw and what I thought.. Read them if you want, skip them if you don't These are my little echoes, wandering quietly..! Hope you'll like it ✨

ایک دل کو چھو لینے والی نظم جو ہر اُس باپ کو خراجِ تحسین دیتی ہے، جو خاموشی سے سب سہتا رہا، تاکہ ہم خوش رہیں۔ اس کتاب میں جذبات، قربانیاں اور وہ خاموش محبت بیان کی گئی ہے جو صرف "باپ" ہی کر سکتا ہے۔ پڑھیے، محسوس کیجیے، اور اپنے والد کو دل سے یاد کیجیے۔ ❤️

I hope you'll like "Chiragh" Kindly share your feedbacks with me ❤️.

"Dil Diya hmne to kuch deewane hmne paaye, gham mile hme to kuch afsane hmne paaye, hunar mila hme phir likhne ka shayeri, aap mile to hi aaj hm shayer kehlaye."🖤" -AUTHOROFLOSTSOULS This book is for poetry lovers. and specially for my supporters who always encouraged me and loved my poetries. so your wait is over now. I m publishing them officially. you can now read them all any time....

By Roshan Tanha

just me and the rollercoaster of my life...

> یہ میری کہی ہوئی باتیں ہیں، جو کبھی کسی کو کہہ نہ سکا۔ یہ اشعار ہیں میرے دل کی سچائی، جو وقت، محبت، اور درد کے بیچ پروئے گئے ہیں۔

شاعری میرے دل کی آواز ہے، جو صرف پڑھنے والوں کے دلوں کو چُھو لے، یہی دُعا ہے۔

*tum mere ho ... mere rehna*

"© Mehak 2025 | Give credit with love!"❤ Yunhi ghr se nikle the hum, na kisi ki fikr thi na kisi ka gham. Raaste badalte gaye, manzil ka pata na tha, loog milte gaye, par koi hum sa na tha. Chalte chalte thak gaye, lekin qadam na ruke, loogon ne behlaya, lekin hum na juke. "Kya hum khud ko paane nikle hain, ya khud se door ja rahai hain?"

Intezar-e-Yaar In this book you may find Shayaris- urdu poetry, quotes about love and heartbreak and many more....

I'll be posting series of poems explaining the thoughts of man and how they affect our daily lives These poems will be treating different angles. Ranging from *Sex/Rape *Curiosity *Feminism *Equality and so much more. Please follow me on this exciting journey

اب پھر بارشوں کا سلسہ چل نکلا ہے_اور میں جسے بارشیں بہت پسند تھیں_وہ انھی بارشوں سے بے حد بیزار ہے_ وہ بھی وقت تھا کہ بارش برسنے کا انتظار ہوتا تھا_اور پھر جب بادل گرج کر کہیں اور برس جاتے تھے تو بہت غصہ آتا تھا_اب کی بار بادل یہیں گرج رہے ہیں اور یہیں برس بھی رہے ہیں_ پر کیا ہے نا کہ وقت کے ساتھ ساتھ عادتیں اور پسند نا پسند بھی بدل جاتی ہے_ کبھی یہی بارشیں تھیں جو روح تک خوش کر جاتی تھیں اور اب بھی وہی بارشیں ہیں پر بدل تو میں گئ ہوں_ بارشیں اب جب برستی ہیں تو دل کو بوجھل کر جاتی ہیں_لاکھ کوششوں کے بعد بھی یہ موسم اب دل کو بھاتا ہی نہیں_ شاید اس سے وابستہ یادوں کی خوشبو نے مجھے ایسے جکڑ لیا ہے کہ گلاب تو سارے مرجھا چکے ہیں اور شاید اس سے جڑا رشتہ بھی_پر ایک چیز ہے اس کی میری یادیں جو آج بھی دل کے کسی خانے میں پڑی اپنے تہی داماں ہونے پر ماتم کناں ہیں_ اک ہے اس کی یاد کو تسلسل_ میرے اندر باہر ہے اک آواز مسلسل_ ان بارشوں سے رنجشیں ہیں مجھے_ اس کے سنگ بھیگے کچھ پل ہیں مسلسل_ ان بادلوں سے کہو کہیں اور جا کے برسیں_ میرا دل بوجھل ہے اس کے ہجر کی آگ سے مسلسل_ دکھ اور بھی ہیں تو سہی_ دل کیوں نڈھال ہے اس کی یاد سے مسلسل_ اک آخری بارش ایسی بھی ہو_ میں تیرے تو میرے سنگ ہو مسلسل_ شاید یہ خواہش بھی حسرت بن جاۓ گی_وہ ایسے گیا

incomplete love 💔🥺

Yes, You!! Do you ever wonder how can you become a Sufi? If yes, then this one is for you. In this chapter, you will find some very straightforward and effective steps to become a Sufi.

It is a collection of peoms .. I have written some poems on the current situation of India.. India whoose most worthy and most valuable property is love , brotherhood and unity is getting looted... Religion which is a reason to love each other is getting used as vote bank... Media whose work is to make people aware of truth is busy in spreading hatred among people.. India whoose people had dreamt of a bright future but now can be declared illegal migrants (CAA+NRC).. So i have written some poems on these issues.. Readers please like and vote And suggest me something through Comments

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When Pulkit, Samrat and Virat had met as bawling toddlers in kindergarten, they hadn't known that their fates were entwined to bring them together as best friends. Through their school life in Ryan High up until they had graduated from the prestigious St. Bishop's, they had learnt to ignore, avoid and then eventually accept and befriend each other. All of it had not come easy to them and they had their fair share of ups and downs. However, their friendship had stood the test of time and they had learnt to be with each other through thick and thin. So much so that education, competition, family background and their career paths couldn't drive a wedge between the three companions. But the age old saying had finally come true when a girl had been the reason for them and their friendship to finally fall apart. She had walked into their blossoming companionship at a naive juncture of youth and had set afloat a turn of unfortunate events, because in the wake of finding her one true love, Sai Joshi had traversed the path of deceit and trampled over a loving heart, bringing the three friends at the brink of animosity that would last a lifetime and more.

Just a collection of poetry Have fun while reading it Ps -it was fun writing it

I am not competent in this lea plus this is not the beginning of a new chapter, this is the beginning of a new life a new book, old one is already closed and the new book is newly opened, has just begun! Look, it's the first page and it's the beautiful one 🖤 . I'm hither, just to cling on it. Ps. This piece of work is not inscribed to anyone but Lord🙏🏻🌻