Emotional Love Sad Poetry in English, Urdu, and Hindi

What’s this relationship with you, my companion?
Advising me to leave, with me.

Even after defeat, life wasn’t disgraced,
A thousand tasks done, yet no suicide embraced.

You’ve lost a person, my dear,
Who talked to God about you.

If God gave me control over fate,
I’d write my destiny with my own hands.

Your mention became part of blessings,
We’re such people who became famous in the era.

Don’t be displeased with our mischief, friends,
These are moments that will be remembered.

I cry even on the separation of an enemy,
You were a friend, and even that friend is now my heartache.

Thinking of reaching out to friends,
Thinking of getting acquainted with everyone.

It feels as if “friend,” you’ve become displeased with me,
Just as fragrance separates from the flower.

Our enemies were very pleased with our defeat,
But even our friends are not as pleased anymore.

Indignation Ignited
You Cant Suppress The Voices
Their Hearts Grew So Fearless And Bold
They Bleed But With A Smile

You Can Vacate A Piece Of Land
But Their Faith Is Ever Increasing
Giving Others A Lesson Of Steadfastness
Melting Hearts Everywhere With A Glance

But The Hearts Of Oppressors, Weak And Fearful
Reckoning On Their Weapons N Technologies
Hiding Behind Their Lies And Devil
Waiting To Unleash A New Era Of Evil

A Man Hollowing A Wall To Provide Food To Hungry
And The Oppressors Bulldozing Patients And Injured
Killing Little Babies Like Innocent Angels
Yet Half The World Seems Blind Whats Right And Who Is Wrong

With Tied Hands And Empty Stares
Stony Hearts And Caring Only For Their Shares
Just Wait And Watch Till The Tables Turn
If You Ignite A Fire So Wild Rest Assured To Be Burnt

Soft Feelings Are Blooming  Flower
Which Hv Faragrance Forever
Renderness Is Moon Glow
Like Fresh Rose’s Row
If You Want Getting Love By Allah
Make Your-Self As Want By Allah
Take Pity And Take Happiness
Don’t Forget Renderness
Allah Blesses Those
Who Be Kind To Others

When I dead, My dearest

when I dead my dearest
don’t make your eyes wet
don’t forget me as I never exist
don’t write an elegy about me

When I dead my dearest
when you want to meet
when you want to talk
When you want to hug

when I dead my dearest
I’ll meet you in your dreams
besides you,near the sea shore
under the rainy lightning sky
You always find in the corner of your heart

When I dead my dearest
You can find me in books
You can find me in your imaginative characters
You can find me in nature
You can find me in rain drops
You can find me in the sand of desert
You can feel me in the fragrant flowers

My heart yearned to connect to yours
I spared no effort

Even did the damnedest
To achieve an access

All I got was
Congestion and obstruction

Which made me pine away
Suffering takotsubo always

Today someone advised me
“My dear make your heart free

And use your heart
To connect to own heart!”

Agnoy of mind, I just wanted to share

Talk little, shed tears and express my fear
Needed to put off the burden and be free
All I wanted was, you kept listening to me

No solutions, no help, no support, I asked for
Just wanted someone to be my beholder
A little bit attention and share my misery
All I wanted was you kept listening to me

No favours from you, I ever needed
Limits of my feelings for you, never exceeded
I don’t know the wrongs in me, how did you see
All I wanted was you kept listening to me

No matter what you say and show
The truth very much, I do know

With me, you cherish to talk
Side by side, you want to walk

Your deepest mind, you wish to share
You also need to breathe fresh air

But on your conscious, you bear a fear
Hence, of me, you always steer clear

Your mind compels you to worry
Everything good you want to burry

You are scared, can’t you see
Scared of falling in love with me!

If we are the jailbirds of others’ espy
I am at large,

As living behind the bars, I defy
If their opinions try to contain us,

I have pulled my self out
And set free
I don’t care what they think of me!

Never hurt a poetess!
For she won’t harm you back
But her lesion will not cure
Her thoughts would twist the knife
And she’ll write ‘you’ in her rhymes
Thus she, with her asthetic advocacy
Trial you and guilt trip you
Hence execute you many a times…

Never humiliate a poetess!
For she won’t disgrace you in return
But her agnoy will keep recurring
Her eyes would hold the tears back
And she’ll shed ‘you’ drop by drop
Thus she, with her literary emotions
Villianize you and vilify you
Hence assassinate you many a times…

दिल टूटा, आँखें नम,
फिर भी मुस्कुराने का दम।
ख्वाब बिखरे, रास्ते खामोश,
ये इश्क का दर्द है बेहिसाब।

हर धड़कन में एक कहानी है,
जो बयां हो न सकी।
तेरी यादों की ये बारिश,
अब भी रूह को भिगोती है।

रात भर करवटें बदलता रहा,
तेरी याद में आँसू बहाता रहा।
दिल से तेरा नाम ना जाये,
ये अधूरी मोहब्बत, दर्द बनके रह जाये।

खो गया वो जमाना, जब तू मेरा था,
अब तो हर लम्हा, एक आजमाना है।
तेरे बिना ये दिल, बस उदास है,
हर रात तन्हा, हर दिन निराश है।

बरसात की रात में, तेरी याद आई,
बीते लम्हों की वो बरसात लाई।
तन्हाई में डूबा, ये मेरा दिल,
तेरे जाने का गम, अब भी ताजा है।