Hassan Saeed
Abstract Children Stories
Chase a butterfly; be a child again.
I think we are spending too much time wondering
Why we aren't looking good enough.
Grief
Stories
Confession
A Child Again
Epitome
Best Friend
My Twenties
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
And you ask me if you'll see my difficulties and ugliness more than the show that I put on. And you ask me if you'll see my difficulties and ugliness more than the show tha...
“I don’t have a home to go back to, I don’t know where I want to go. Perhaps; I just like going.” “I don’t have a home to go back to, I don’t know where I want to go. Perhaps; ...
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
A lone soul among thick and brisk crowds. A lone soul among thick and brisk crowds.
But it is not darkness which is the absence of light But it is not darkness which is the absence of light
You held my hand, led the way, Walked with me on the rough pathway. You held my hand, led the way, Walked with me on the rough pathway.
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
Let each mind hold the words of bards from yonder lands.... Let each mind hold the words of bards from yonder lands....
Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
I need the joker to love me fully, unbiasedly, and with all his might. I need the joker to love me fully, unbiasedly, and with all his might.
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
As I’m held captive by you… As I’m held captive by you…
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
They don't seem to be content somehow They don't seem to be content somehow
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