Next Century!, Next Level Of My Poetry, poems 2021

UnWanted Conversation

Learn to write safe words, my love.
You never know,
Who is going through what!
Never utter coward language
It shatters into millions someone’s heart.
When written or spoken
Over and over again
Someone collapse
Until he cannot escape from himself
Then misery is enough to cover horizons
Tears are enough to water the deserts
Death is enough to be at peace.

© Shuhab Abro

Poetry

I Write, why?

I write, to feel alive,
To perform, power of my hands.

There is a world
Where I rule absolutely.

You forgot, that what is here isn’t my life
I believe in making my own
The dancing of eyes take as long as I say
If I wish, the sky will cry
Wind will stop in mid-flight
Nothing will happen unless I say so,
Without my blessing, not a leaf will fall.

Each drop of ink contains a fair repository
Lying in bed, set to dive on the blank page,
Letters, You think up to no good.

Poetry

Hope, Dream, smile!

It’s been so long
I thought I saw you
In my dreams.

I saw your face
Heard your laughs
And saw your smile

But now when I met you
Every day I miss you more
More than my words.

It’s been so long
Since there was silence
All around me.

And your voice had rung
Like a bird who sings
To greet the morning.

You don’t have to tell
How you live each day
It will show in your face.

Lift up your face
Give birth again
To my dreams.

All the wasted tears
All the broken memories
I promise to never make again.

It’s new start again
Same old promises
But I wish

God give me strength
To fulfill all your dreams
Hopes and desires.

Poetry

A complain to God

Sometimes I think,
And I feel.

You are God?
Or mysterious thing.

Even in dreams
I explore divinity.

Things don’t actually
Exist.

Colors
Can’t even be seen

Mysteries
No one could solve

Weather, land and other things
Sometimes surprise

Sometimes I feel wonder
But in the end it makes me happy

All those things
Proves your existence.

Make me believe
In you.

Dear God
I believe in you

Don’t
You?

I know
You do!

Then why are you
Still observing?

Your little
And sensative boy.

Made up from
Mud.

Nothing special
As you framed.

No one knows
Better than you

Your enigma
And your business.

But my only wish is,
Support me.

Help me to get a life
And help me to carry it on.

Make me bold
And help me hold.

Amen

suma amen.