It’s a deep strong feeling…

Abeera Mirza, a renowned poetess from Gujrat, Pakistan, shares her poem

Abeera Mirza is an English literature gold medalist, teacher and gifted poet, hailing from Gujrat. She won numerous awards for her passion for words. Her poem “Sorry” has inspired readers to heal. It started with poetry and progressed to prose. Abeera has contributed to more than 200 anthologies and many international magazines such as Raven Cage (Germany), Barcelona Magazine (Spain), Pencraft Literary Magazine (Bangladesh), International Literature Language Journal (USA), Alessandra Today, (Italy) Cultural Reverence WordPress, (India) Orfeu. Al, (Albania), Fatehpur Resolution Blogspot (India) and Poetic Essence Publications (India). Her interview has been published on The Mount Kenya Times and Poetic Essence Publications (India). She has won many titles such as Miss Literary Critic by her university. (University of Lahore, Pakistan). Her inner peace is ignited by reading and traveling. She is serving as a jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India where she helps emerging writers to grow. Her perspective is expanded by diverse poetic exploration. Her passion for learning is endless. She is always looking to learn more beyond boundaries. Abeera’s writing style has touched countless lives. It gives a deep understanding of words and their ability to bring change. She is renowned for healing hearts. Email: abeera.quotes@gmail.com

ESSENCE OF LOVE

Love is not word with a meaning

It’s a deep strong feeling

Mouths say it can be explained by word coating

How can it be describe that lips shines only by love thinking

Without translating a word love makes understand

Also makes you believe there’ll be a hand

Which will never leave you alone on the land

In love nothing but everything is grand

Love has its own fact

It’ll make you weaker as strong as you act

Also love will make you stronger when weakness will impact

It’s upon you how do you act

Love decorates your life in all age

Just you need to find the correct soul to engage

When world becomes beautiful from the cage

That’s the moment to realize in chapter of life you’re on love page.

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Through the smiles, hidden and hide behind

The curtains of eyes, the theatre of rounded life.

Tajalla Qureshi is a port, creative writer, editor, language instructor from Gujrat Pakistan

Tajalla Qureshi is a radical soul graciously nurtured from Gujrat Pakistan as a creative writer, editor, language instructor, that often inspires others to discover their voice. With passion, her poetic lambency sheens over many national and international anthologies, magazines, e-newspapers, and other electronic platforms cutting across Pakistan, USA, Germany, Italy, Romania, Albania, Korea, China, Arab, Indonesia, Nigeria, Peru, Canada, Africa, Spain, Greece, the UK, Ukraine, Bangladesh, and India. Her research works including papers, lauded for their depth and originality, have been featured in prestigious academic journals. Her devotion for literature learns no bounds, and her profession mirrors her boundless creativeness. Additionally, she, as Co-Founder and Editor-in-Chief of “The Wordsmith Magazine” and “The Journal of Transnational Literature”, and “The Literary Lounge-Pakistan” curates voices, engages languages, and bridges cultures from around the world. Moreover, her columns and essays at The Mount Kenyan Newspaper spotlights her insightful perspectives, and with Language Lounge, she fosters a community of language learners and literature enthusiasts. As an international interviewer and publicist at Insight Magazine-USA, her voice resonates globally. Besides that she is member of prestigious organizations like World Wide Writers Association and Humanist of the World Federation, her dedication to literature and humanity shines bright. Her work embodies a rare blend of creativity, intellect, and passion. With every word, she inspires and connects people worldwide.

Euphoria

Glimpses captured the stigma of delights

Through the smiles, hidden and hide behind

The curtains of eyes, the theatre of rounded life

In a blink, for a click, as a flick—unheard, undefined

Fantasy—through the locked lips, and fiery hives

Swing to the might, unstoppable, and unattained height

Often where the lashes whispered the love dynamics

All through the depth, over the sand steps into

A dazzle that armed around, the thick and flick

Joyous the meaning where heart swiftly slides

To the predilection where it belonged for epochs

Yet, the source is unfounded, found it where it least revealed

Can be sensed through the sights, thou, and Yo

A gesture only for a certain leeway to the windowsill

Of heart, as a magnetic field melodized speechlessly

More often startled, it traversed through all seasons

Through the velvety mountains of remembrances

Till the avenues of glances, where mi fingers fueled

Resonated the soft plate —the facial sensations

And ringing of address to ever-forgotten dedication

That worth-living, worth-amazed in all-time.

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Eluxoroma

The twilight blinks, the starlight blurs, and the stigma up in thrust

The preposterous believer, the delight-seeker, let the place secure the emotions in a burst

Where layers are removed, where whispers are heard—majestic pearl, clearly vocal

Fell into the wellness of acceptance, spell the rough tricky tricks aside away to the unspoken

Urging to mean for loveliness, and eagerness

Sprinkle away the muddy glitches into a grey fickleness

Yet, the delights of engaging lights at my crossroad

Murmurs softly — the satisfaction traces her glinty ode

To relish and embellish the nook of her embroidered fence

Hence, the strength, the spiritual enlight, the dazzling height are all near sense

Soon, the embellishment of sweetly six bows—takes the essence to the magnificence

Her spirituality whispers, and her reality-recreational valley.

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Can help make things become a beautiful delight

Changed perspective, changed vision

Can change your entire life’s position.

Abeera Mirza, a renowned poetess from Gujrat, Pakistan, shares her poems

“Writing is the tool of emotional healing” says Abeera Mirza, an English literature gold medalist, teacher and gifted poet, hailing from Gujrat. She won numerous awards for her passion for words. Her poem “Sorry” has inspired readers to heal. It started with poetry and progressed to prose. Abeera has contributed to more than 200 anthologies and many international magazines such as Raven Cage (Germany), Barcelona Magazine (Spain), Pencraft Literary Magazine (Bangladesh), International Literature Language Journal (USA), Alessandra Today, (Italy) Cultural Reverence WordPress, (India) Orfeu. Al, (Albania), Fatehpur Resolution Blogspot (India) and Poetic Essence Publications (India). Her interview has been published on The Mount Kenya Times and Poetic Essence Publications (India). She has won many titles such as Miss Literary Critic by her university. (University of Lahore, Pakistan). Her inner peace is ignited by reading and traveling. She is serving as a jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India where she helps emerging writers to grow. Her perspective is expanded by diverse poetic exploration. Her passion for learning is endless. She is always looking to learn more beyond boundaries. Abeera’s writing style has touched countless lives. It gives a deep understanding of words and their ability to bring change. She is renowned for healing hearts. Email: abeera.quotes@gmail.com

CULTIVATION OF POSITIVITY

Frozen whispers, silent screams

The entanglement of your dreams

Bright shadows, darkened light

The confusions of your mentality at night

Blind vision, untouched feeling

Your happiness your thoughts are stealing

Racing thoughts, feeling distraught

Without knowing these things were bought

Bought by your mental perspective

Bought by the thoughts that have infected

Peaceful thinking, relaxing sleep

Are some of the things you should be keep

Positive feedback, productive flow

Here is a few things that you should know

Self-happiness, self-worth

Are a couple things available from birth

Insightful vision, thinking of the best

Leaving out all the rest

Happy thoughts, beautiful sight

Can help make things become a beautiful delight

Changed perspective, changed vision

Can change your entire life’s position.

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MOVING ON

Excuse me but who are you looking for

The man that you used to know

Well that man doesn’t live here anymore

And it’s probably time for you to go

You see that man left the day you walked away

The day you chose to side with your addiction

Heaven knows that he wanted you to stay

Even through the pain and all of your fiction

You made that man fall so much in love

Just by deceiving him from the start

A heavenly angel sent to him from above

Wielding a knife aimed for his heart

You see that man is here no longer

As that man left with you that day

The man you see here is now much stronger

Than the man who let you treat him that way

You can keep on looking just not here

So take yourself back out that door

Hope this made it all so clear

That man doesn’t live here anymore.

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Paper Boats are but a divine thing,

Every cloud has a silver lining.

To float boats what may bring,

During the summer or the spring.

Abeera Mirza, a renowned poetess from Gujrat, Pakistan, shares her poem

Hailing from Gujrat, Punjab province of Pakistan, Abeera Mirza is an English literature gold medalist, teacher and gifted poet. She won numerous awards for her passion for words. Her poem “Sorry” has inspired readers to heal. It started with poetry and progressed to prose. Abeera has contributed to more than 200 anthologies and many international magazines of Germany, Spain, Bangladesh, USA, Italy, India, Albania, and India. Her interview has been published on The Mount Kenya Times and Poetic Essence Publications (India). She has won many titles such as Miss Literary Critic by her university. (University of Lahore, Pakistan). Her inner peace is ignited by reading and traveling. She is serving as a jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India where she helps emerging writers to grow. Her perspective is expanded by diverse poetic exploration. She is always looking to learn more beyond boundaries. She is renowned for healing hearts. Email: abeera.quotes@gmail.com      

PAPER BOATS

To a child it’s austere belonging,

Paper Boats are but a divine thing,

Every cloud has a silver lining.

To float boats what may bring,

During the summer or the spring.

To set their boats on a watery trail,

And so the children with paper set sail.

These boats are their best friends,

Turning and twisting through the bends.

A piece of paper folded and neat,

Origami made from a foolscap sheet.

A wonder to children and adults a joy,

A symbol of innocence is that classic toy.

We fold the boats with our dreams,

And set them afloat in the streams.

And in our heart’s they will stay forever,

The soul of the child is simply clever.

The simple idea of the child is to be a goat,

To clarify every comma, full stop that life holds.

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To undetectable fate

Of lies and greediness

Entangled our tongue and lay bare the naked souls…

Abeera Mirza, a renowned poetess from Gujrat, Pakistan, shares her poem

Hailing from Gujrat, Punjab province of Pakistan, Abeera Mirza is an English literature gold medalist, teacher and gifted poet. She won numerous awards for her passion for words. Her poem “Sorry” has inspired readers to heal. It started with poetry and progressed to prose. Abeera has contributed to more than 200 anthologies and many international magazines of Germany, Spain, Bangladesh, USA, Italy, India, Albania, and India. Her interview has been published on The Mount Kenya Times and Poetic Essence Publications (India). She has won many titles such as Miss Literary Critic by her university. (University of Lahore, Pakistan). Her inner peace is ignited by reading and traveling. She is serving as a jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India where she helps emerging writers to grow. Her perspective is expanded by diverse poetic exploration. She is always looking to learn more beyond boundaries. She is renowned for healing hearts. Email: abeera.quotes@gmail.com      

THE NAKED SOULS

The land is desolated

By famine of hunger

Sold in mortgage of greedy voracity

With reckless abandon

While we lay restive

Through the midnight of broken tears

And gasping belly amidst laughter

The avalanche swings to and fro

The carcass of death veiled

Through the invading night

While the collywobbles shut the gob

When we are on the take

The land had sunk to dryness

By the long tide

That wait no longer for the past

To be restored

Canonical plunder of nimble fingers

Immaculate saints of infirmity

The gag has stuck at our throats

And the truth remain unforetold

By the seers of visionary pillagers

The chained around our necks

The shackles on our feet

And the fetter on our wrist

Strangled and muffled

We left the world unpronounced

The word we buried deep in the mind

And memory we carry to the grave

The bulwark of stagnancy

Betrothed on our nimble feet

To fetter the walk of aspersions we cast on avarice

And our hands are tied

To undetectable fate

Of lies and greediness

Entangled our tongue and lay bare the naked souls.

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It howls, stinging my face

So bitter, but trees dance

As I walk home in a haste.

Abeera Mirza, a renowned poetess from Gujrat, Pakistan, shares her poem

Hailing from Gujrat, Punjab province of Pakistan, Abeera Mirza is an English literature gold medalist, teacher and gifted poet. She won numerous awards for her passion for words. Her poem “Sorry” has inspired readers to heal. It started with poetry and progressed to prose. Abeera has contributed to more than 200 anthologies and many international magazines of Germany, Spain, Bangladesh, USA, Italy, India, Albania, and India. Her interview has been published on The Mount Kenya Times and Poetic Essence Publications (India). She has won many titles such as Miss Literary Critic by her university. (University of Lahore, Pakistan). Her inner peace is ignited by reading and traveling. She is serving as a jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India where she helps emerging writers to grow. Her perspective is expanded by diverse poetic exploration. She is always looking to learn more beyond boundaries. She is renowned for healing hearts. Email: abeera.quotes@gmail.com      

The Wind

When the winds blows

We wrap up warm

Yet really

We should have just stayed home.

When the wind blows

The leaves rush along.

The cold empty road

As the wind is so strong

When the wind blows

It gusts through tree tops

The leaves do drop

As the cold never stops.

When the wind blows

Animals can go mad

They start to freak out

Act like they are dammed

When the wind blows

It howls, stinging my face

So bitter, but trees dance

As I walk home in a haste.

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Middle of the Night

At the middle of the night,

I was hugging my pillow tight,

Wondering if things were still right.

Are you still willing to fight?

For our love that was forbidden,

We ought to keep things hidden.

Tell me if our love was enough.

I’m losing my facade of being tough.

Suddenly you became confuse,

Of the love that you’ve declared.

My heart beats fast, I refuse.

It scares me even though I’m prepared.

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For every journey has its light.

To their destinations, all will stray,

Born with grace, in their own way.

Abeera Mirza, a renowned poetess from Gujrat, Pakistan, shares her poem

Hailing from Gujrat, Punjab province of Pakistan, Abeera Mirza is an English literature gold medalist, teacher and gifted poet. She won numerous awards for her passion for words. Her poem “Sorry” has inspired readers to heal. It started with poetry and progressed to prose. Abeera has contributed to more than 200 anthologies and many international magazines of Germany, Spain, Bangladesh, USA, Italy, India, Albania, and India. Her interview has been published on The Mount Kenya Times and Poetic Essence Publications (India). She has won many titles such as Miss Literary Critic by her university. (University of Lahore, Pakistan). Her inner peace is ignited by reading and traveling. She is serving as a jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India where she helps emerging writers to grow. Her perspective is expanded by diverse poetic exploration. She is always looking to learn more beyond boundaries. She is renowned for healing hearts. Email: abeera.quotes@gmail.com    

Embrace Your Pace

Why is everyone running a race,

When life moves at its own pace?

Some walk slowly, yet reach their goal,

Some rush ahead, yet pay a toll.

Why feel anxious if you’re slow?

It’s fine to take your time and grow.

Those who rush may stumble too

So, why let worry trouble you?

Life and time aren’t the same for all,

Each has their colors, their unique call.

Different roads we tread each day,

How can all share the same way?

Walk at a pace that feels just right,

For every journey has its light.

To their destinations, all will stray,

Born with grace, in their own way.

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