I call you my love

I call you honey
Because you’re so sweet
I call you angel
Because you’re so beautiful
I call you baby
Because you’re so huggable
I call you cutie
Because you’re the only one I notice
I call you my love
Because you fill my heart
I call you sunshine
Because you light up my life
I’d love to hear you call me Only Mine.

Submitted By: yousaf

Dum Ki Nafsiat

funny-urdu-poetry

Janab Dum Ki Ajab Nafsiat Hoti Hai
Ke Is Ki Jumbash-e Adna Mai Baat Hoti Hai

Wafa Ke Jazbay Ka Izhar Dum Hilana Hai
Jo Dum Khari Hai Wo Nafrat Ka Taziana Hai

Jo Lambi Dum Hai Wo Aali Sifat Hoti Hai
Jo Mukhtasir Hai Bari Wahiat Hoti Hai
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Juda Hoye Bhi Zamana Bohat Hua

Us Ko Juda Hoye Bhi Zamana Bohat Hua
Ab Kyaa Kahen Ye Qissa Purana Bohat Hua

Dhalti Na Thi Kisi Bhi Jatan Se Shab-e-firaq
Ai Marg-e-na-gahan Tera Aana Bohat Hua

Ham Khuld Se Nikal To Gaye Hain Par Ai Khuda
Itne Se Vaqiye Ka Fasana Bohat Hua

Ab Ham Hain Aur Sare Zamane Ki Dushmani
Us Se Zara Sa Rabt Barhana Bohat Hua

Ab Kyun Na Zindagi Pe Mohabat Ko Vaar Dain
Is Ashiqi Mein Jaan Se Jana Bohat Hua

Ab Tak To Dil Ka Dil Se Ta’aaruf Na Ho Saka
Mana Ki Us Se Milna Milana Bohat Hua

Kya Kya Na Ham Kharaab Hoye Hain Magar Ye Dil
Ai Yaad-e-yaar Teraa Thikaana Bohat Hua

Kahta Tha Naasehon Se Mere Munh Na Aaiyo
Phir Kyaa Thaa Ek Huu Kaa Bahaana Bahut Hua

Lo Phir Tire Labon Pe Usii Bewafa Ka Zikr
Ahmad ‘faraz’ Tujh Se Kahaa Na Bohat Hua

Submitted By: Rekhta

Love not, love not…

Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay!
Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers,—
Things that are made to fade and fall away
Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours.
Love not!

Love not! the thing ye love may change;
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you,
The kindly-beaming eye grow cold and strange,
The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.
Love not!

Love not! the thing you love may die,—
May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;
The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky,
Beam o’er its grave, as once upon its birth.
Love not!

Love not! O warning vainly said
In present hours as in years gone by!
Love flings a halo round the dear one’s head,
Faultless, immortal, till they change or die.
Love not!

By CAROLINE ELIZABETH SHERIDAN