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Welcome To Taimur Awan's Poetry

Goodness

Those that with beautiful hearts cross the kingdom of life Who entertain the holy essences of goodness and grace, They cross the Tartarian blizzards and dangerous wilds, They are brave pilgrims that finally kiss the shrine of death. And when…

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My Faith

My faith was once like a granite fortress, That ruthless armies could not destroy. Faith, the raiser out of the depths of misery and despair, My chorus of loud cheerleaders, My hopes of the fresh dawn of eternal life, Now…

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Your Beauty

Your beauty, gift and masterwork of divinity, Has kept me in vassalage all my life, Yet I have built a Taj Mahal in verse, To fortify your memory for all posterity. Like the immortal fragrance of long faded roses, Generation…

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The Poet

The poet is the healer, delight, and fragrance of posterity, By a quill and many parchments, the conquest of humanity. He fears not the fierce militances of time, Being a favoured symbol of the divine. And to the fire and…

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There is a Love

There is a love diviner than life, That the throbbing heart cannot fathom, Like a lovely glimpse of a distant future, Removing the curtains and veils of eternal life. The mortal heart is raised to more sublime latitude, Like the…

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A Few Stars

We must gain the thrones of love and virtue, And remove the stains of ego and dark vices from our personalities, Like a gardener who cuts weeds from a lilac garden. Only then will we be among God's chosen, beloved,…

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Divine Love

Forgive us, our embryo wisdoms, cannot comprehend your mysteries or your ways, So guide us to the avenues of your blessed, And never to question your decrees. Never to wage warfare against your ordinance, And to foster these pearls of…

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Your Love

My life was a profound hell, beyond expression, A chapter with narratives of utter misery and suffering. You became the light and fragrance of my life, And obliterated the darkest eclipses of my existence. Your affections intoxicated me like a…

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A Tribute

Her beauty is like the full moon on the darkest midnight, Her beauty resembles the gorgeous meadows of June, Her love is more priceless than mountains of gold and silver, Her biography is free from the arrows of suffering. She…

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Love & Beauty

Love and beauty, those sacred blessings, I have loved their most Celestial heights, Like a gift and trophy to my blessed life, And met a goddess lofty and pure, The paragon of all perfection's nature bestows. Where the loveliest dwellings…

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The Jail

I yearn to escape from the jail of the world, The phantasmal prison of my life, Like a fluttering falcon finally freed of its cage of steel, Or a diseased eagle perishing in the scorching Sahara, Looking at envy at…

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A Prayer

Gods' empire extends beyond the universe, Our planet but a speck of dust in the limitless cosmos, The most Supreme of all wisdoms. Instruct me in the infancy of my wisdom, Make my personality into a monument of excellence, Defined…

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My Existence

Why isn't my existence like the everlasting stars, that endure forever and never fade, Or pure and virtuous as the Virgin skies, Shining with the pristine glow of many gems, Lord grant me the nectars of divine happiness, The chalice…

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The Dawn

Injured and wounded a thousand times by life, Her love and affections became a heavenly pharmacy to my existence, Like a beaming sun of felicity that has risen, from the Celestial apartment of the East. The Sages have expressed that…

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On True Love

Lovers are like two twin roses, Love is as constant as the northern star, The union of hearts, bodies, and minds for a lifetime. The henna on a beautiful bride's hands, Should not be removed for her entire mortality, Like…

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Union

Thousands of stone hearted beauties have cast their fatal arrows in my heart, By the intensity of my love and their hearts like brass or lifeless glaciers, Distant and indifferent as the blazing Constellations. Dear God, the beauties of the…

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Fulfilment

Many consider worldly life To be an episode of suffering, Like a pilgrimage thru endless valleys of feet bleeding thorns. We aspire to the skies, For the fulfilment of our dream's aspirations and desires, Yet like an eagle with cut…

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The Gift of Her Love

I believe I am not unique in my crucifixion, There are many lives besieged by more fatal spears, Many hearts bearing more gigantic thorns, Many existences in deeper abysses and blacker midnights, And plagued by Gethsemanes more poisonous aspics. Yet…

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