Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,686)

I've tried so long to do things my way
But my way didn't get very far
Been half steping, acting, and pretending
Hoping you couldn't notice
Hoping you couldn't see everything still holding me.

I'm holding on so tightly
Yeah, I'm holding on so tightly
And I don't know why...

This open wounds still bleeding
I'm in need of your touch and your healing
And I have no fancy words
To bring you, nothings that's of worth
So I'm here and I'm screaming at the top of lungs
And ill keep screaming till these walls come undone
Ill keep screaming till you begin again in me

I've tried so long to be ok
But I'm not ok
I never have been
Except when you were holding me
Except when you were holding me

But I'm ready to let go now
Yes I'm ready to let go
I'm not holding back anymore

This open wounds still bleeding
I'm in need of your touch and your healing
and I have no fancy words to bring you
Nothing's that's of worth
I'm here and I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
And ill keep screaming till these walls come undone
Ill keep screaming till you begin again in me.

Behind my eyes, what will you find
Behind my eyes, what's in my heart
Behind my eyes, what's on my mind
Behind my eyes, you will see
Behind my eyes, the fire that rages with in me
Behind my eyes, ever longing to be free
Behind my eyes, all I am
Behind my eyes, all I know
Behind my eyes, window to my soul

If I walk on a moonlit night,
My shadow walks beside me,
O my life.

Moonlight hides in every lane,
Which lane should I take?
O my life.

The night-scents are vigilant,
And the wind is soothing,
O my life.

I am ignorant about these rays of moonlight,
Will I awaken one?
O my life.

If I awaken a ray of moonlight,
I will be branded a sinner,
O my life.

So I walk in fear,
Treading lightly,
O my life.

Separation was put in our swaddling cloth,
By our mothers,
O my life.

Since the beginning, light has been our enemy,
How can I let it touch my limbs?
O my life.

If I come to you on a moonlit night,
My shadow walks beside me,
O my life.

Moonlight hides in every lane
Which lane should I take?
O my life.

....you told me once...
....you like purple a lot...

....you show me once...
....you can smile a lot...

....you prove me once...
....you can love me hard...

....you make me hot when...
....you kiss me hard...

....you close your eyes...
....you whisper a lot when...
....you hugg me from back...

....you told me always...
....you are my passion...

....you make me dream always...
....you smell me when i swet...

....you make me think always...
....you are the truth...

....and that is the truth...
....you are my dream...
....just a dream...

The pain radiates
through me
like an electric
shock would do.
For me to bend
or move would
shirley have to
IMPROVE.
The pain is in
my way each and
every day .
The balance is
not quite there
sometimes i have
to use a chair
to bend upon my
knee would not
be the B E S T
thing for me.

Why ask about the condition of fakirs like us?
We are water, separated from its river,
Emerged from a tear,
Melancholy, distressed.

Of course I knew that a painting is just
A whimsy of colors-
But when I entered the emporium of love,
I paid a price.

Countless bodies did I find,
But not one mind did I meet.
This was written in my fate,
In the four lines of my palm.

My destiny was my rival.
I could never find a way to escape it.
I did not leave Jhang, I did not pierce my ears,
And a crowd of Heers crossed my path.

People listen to my songs,
But call me a heretic,
Because I named pain my kaaba,
And sorrow, my god.

On occasion, in gatherings of great people
I have spoken sharply.
Perhaps I was arrogant about my love,
Perhaps I felt I had a claim upon pain.

You call yourself a wise man,
I say I am a lover.
Let us leave it to the people to decide
To whom they will give the esteem of a pir.

aashiq hoo badnaam to ho he jaunga
ishq ka maara hoo ik din neelaam to ho he jaunga
kaash kismat me wo milay jisay chaha dil nay
wese be ik din matti k naam to ho he jaunga

Why must I do those things,
When I have everything,
Why would I break a rule,
When it is uncalled fore,
Why do I always make the wrong decision,
When all I have to do I keep to myself,
Why does it happen like that,
Where did things go wrong.

And I still beleive
In You and Me
Call me Crazy
Sew me Cuz I Feel !!
I still beleive

Cuz that part of you never left me alone
And I Go everywhere tryin to let go
You keep on coming back like never before
I thought i would cry my tears ,closin' the door
So here you are with me and im with you
I don't know what im doin , what am I fighting for !
God Knows why Am I holding on
To the memories
To Sorrows
Of Me And You !

You see a show through
the widow to the world.
Do you know what it is?
Do you know who it is?
Is it someone out there
for you or is it a
stranger waiting for you
in the dark ready to pounce?
For you must look and see.
Yet the shadow is gone
and no one in the distance
for you to see.
For where has it gone
and will it come back.
Just keep a watchful eye
for shadows can be
painful to you.