My Poetry
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Complete Mon, Jun 12, 2017<5 mins
I wrote this poem, hindi dahil sa trip ko. Isinulat ko to dahil gusto kong mailabas kung ano man ang saloobin ko.
PS: If someone will read this, Thank you kung naappreciate mo.
PPS: Bulok ang English ko, kaya SORRY kung may mga maling grammar :3
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My Poems
These are just my poems. Hope you enjoy them ^^Complete
Anfal's Ibtihaj ✔
" I do!!" She said in shaky tone. It was still unbelievable for her that her dad made her deal with a Mafia king just for some pennys. She could see the smirk of her ownership in his eyes and a golden cage in which she will have to spend her rest of life. _______________ "Let's see how will you wear all these shameless clothes in my house!!" He said throwing glowing match stick on a pile of clothes in front of him. She was looking at him with wide eyes. "Hey..Stop!!!" She tried to stop him but he yanked her away making her fall on ground. "Remember that I am not your fucking Hassan who will bear all your these shitty tantrums!! This is my house and here follows the rules I, Ibtihaj Ibrahim Usmani makes!!!" He said clenching her jaw. ______________ She was an innocent soul. He kills mercilessly. She was an independent bird. He used to cage birds. He hates her dressing. She hates everything about him. Both were loathing each other's existence not knowing that Allah has bounded them the day they were born till the day of judgement. A story of a girl who never gave a damn about religion. Fashion was her life but there came a point in her life when she wanted to change but the thought disturbed her was that will Allah forgive her?? A story of a man who never thought about a single girl. His work, his gang, his people were all he cared about. They say love can change anyone and anything!! let's see how love changes shameless dressing of Anfal and beasty nature of Ibtihaj. Let's see how they become from "Anfal" and "Ibtihaj" to "Anfal's Ibtihaj". Will Anfal's quest of making Ibtihaj "Anfal's Ibtihaj" be completed?? An enthralling and heart quenching tail of a Mafia man and a normal girl. If you are depressed and thinks that you are worthless and you are big sinner that Allah will never love you ever and forgive you... then!! My beautiful and precious gem!! this story is for you!!❤ Alteast give it a try!! 😊 ~Thank youComplete
Gereksiz İntikam
Shoaib When I saw her in bridal attire, crying helplessly and miserable, I didn't think twice to play the hero in her life. But you know when things go wrong? Exactly when Abraham bhai decides to remarry us. I hate her to the core because her brother took a piece of my heart by manipulating her. Now, even I don't know what I will do with this unwanted girl waiting for me, all dolled up as my bride because I already tainted her innocence in most unforgivable way , zina i can named it. ( Zina= committing adultery without nikah) Taniya I was devastated after Navruz's death; my heart bled knowing he was just using me and would sell me to other men. So when Shoaib gave me his shoulder to cry on, I didn't think twice before leaning my head. Unknown to the fact that he is my biggest nightmare, all dressed like a daydream *** "Don't worry, I will abort this baby of yours," she said emotionlessly. "I also want her to abort this filth, but I don't know why my heart aches by hearing her words." "She is a woman, right? And a woman has the purest and softest heart. How could she be talking about aborting my child without any remorse and pain?" "My child," bitterness filled my tongue just with his mere thought. "Why would you abort my child?" I asked out of nowhere. Unwanted emotions are taking place in my heart. "Because your child will always remind me of your injustice to me," she said, trying to be strong. Bitter memories engulf my mind. "What if I didn't allow you to abort?" I asked, controlling my rage. "Then give me a divorce after I give birth to your child," she said confidently. Her confidence is making me furious. I fisted her hair in a tight grip, making her yelp in pain. Today she will witness the darkest side of me After all, I married her to take my revengeComplete
Destined To Be With You
"How I wish you had first seen your ugly face in the damn mirror before confessing your shitty feelings to me!" He smiled cunningly while taking a sip from his wine.The floor beneath my feet slipped off like an ice as he brutally threw another dagger towards my heart "You are just a piece of shit, YOU UGLY GOLD DIGGER! You should have at least compared our statuses." He spat those words right on my face while his olive green eyes boiled with lava.I cried like a child and voiced my pain in between those merciless hiccups "I neither loved your money, nor your looks, nor your status. It's only your soul which I had dearly loved since 18 years, Shahveer for God's sake don't do this" I begged him while joining both of my hands.His friends laughed hysterically while calling me with abusive names.He came closer and raised his wine up to the level of my eyes making me feel cringe "Apparently, your filthy caliber doesn't match my prestigious one, sweetheart. Your face is not even worthy to be spat upon" And that's when my whole world collapsed. I blurted out something which I shouldn't have had "I pray to my Lord! May you suffer through the same pain which you have given to me" I cried He laughed "May you madly and deeply fall in love with someone who would also laugh at you" That cunning smile eventually started to fade "May you crazily fall in love only to get humiliation in return and may your heart bleed with the pain of rejection" I continuously denounced evil prayers upon him until my vision started to black out What happens when two spiritually opposite souls are destined to be attracted towards each other but one has to lead a regretful life, while the other has to kill all the dreams?To know more, join the painful spiritual journey of an innocent soul and a ruthless man and let the love whisper through your soul. THIS BOOK ONLY BELONGS TO SIDRA AKHLAQ. ANYONE TRYING TO COPY IT OR ACCUSE IT FOR BEING PLAGIARISED WILL BE REPORTED IMMEDIATELYComplete![Holding on and Letting go [Complete]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/206158541-256-k510411.jpg)
Holding on and Letting go [Complete]
[BLURB] "Well, now I'm back and I'm gonna drag you to court, you piece of shite," she said before passing a humorless chortle. "Do that and you're doomed." He sniggered, his manevolent gaze hurling obscenities towards her. "Oh yeah? How?" She rose a perfect eyebrow, animosity etched on each lineament. "Let's just say, I have something of yours that'll destroy you." The telltale monstrosity perceptible in his evil kingdom of eyes set a havoc inside her adrenaline rushing body but she held her grounds strong. "And what's that?" And there he showed her something that choked the life out of her frail body as she lost her balance in dizziness. ****** Love is elusive but sometimes it knocks right at your door but you're too arrogant to pay it any heed or maybe too scared to acknowledge it. Either way, destiny always knows how to play its part well. You can ignore it but can never run away from it. It never lets you evade itself and follows you everywhere, like a shadow. Crooning and spreading its arms right open at you, enveloping you from every nook, cajoling you, brandishing your tattered soul, and enticing you to the point where you have to surrender and accept it. Where you have to hold on to it and let everything else go. Because sometimes all a ragged soul and a chasm heart need is a pint of love. The tale of two youngsters who kept finding their way towards each other no matter how hard they tried to ignore it. Life would always collide their paths. Always making up their minds to never see each other again to always bumping on each other, destiny already had something else in store for them. So what was it? A journey of loathing to love. A journey of holding on and letting go.Complete
Me Working Through It
Just a bunch of poems I write to help get through life. You can see my journey through anxiety, friendships, relationships, sexuality confusion, family nonsense and depression. You might relate. I love comments (including grammar corrections). I do not own the artwork, I give credit to the artist when I can find it. I do own the poems so please give me credit and all that stuff. I do doubt anyone would be using my poetry for anything but anyway. I have a new book titled 'You.' which you'll be able to find in my account. I will only be updating that book from now on instead of this one as this one is completed.Complete
Just A Mess
I'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book covers poems from 2017 to 2019.Complete
His Sin To Keep(18+)
"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.
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