Poetry: “Food for the soul”

                                     Poetry: “Food for the soul”
          There is nothing, but poetry, through which someone can express his/her deepest emotions and innermost feelings. It is the way through which someone can convert his/her unconscious mind into conscious one...

 Poetry is the combination of lines, to carry in our hearts, they open us the beauty of life, a sense of self, healing, a truth and a human connection and the best thing about it, you will get all this just in a few words......



For a true lover, who is defeated by love, it is a source of immense pleasure. For him, there is everywhere darkness and poetry is like a beam of light passing through the darkness. The condition is light can only be visible to eyes those have gone through the passage full of obstacle provided in a way of true love.

Someone said the human body is the best picture of the human soul. The human soul is like a human body which needs food to grow up. the food of soul is poetry. It can change the way you looked at and listen to the world. For the rest of the world, sometimes, you have to pretend everything is fine. But what is going inside you, only you know the feeling inside you. And you know this is the worst stage of sadness that you are not being able to explain that why are you sad? The only way to express your innermost feeling is ‘’poetry’’.



It is true that life hurts a lot more than death, in a sense, when a stage of life comes, when you realize that some people can stay in your hearts but not in your life. At that stage, you will feel broken like a crystal is broken into pieces after falling from a certain height. This is the reality. No one can ignore it. You can’t find a way to proceed your life. Emotionally, you will be done. Mentally, you will be drained. Spiritually, you will feel dead but still physically, you will smile. No one in the whole world can heal your wounds but poetry can. It possesses the gentlest touch for the broken soul.





زندگی نام ہے ایک زہر کا
جسکو پینے سے قضا ملتی ہے

بہت خوش نصیب ہوتے ہیں وہ
جن کو یہ سزا ملتی ہے

 “Zindagi naam hai, Ik zehar ka
Jis ko peenay se qaza milti hai.
Buht khushnasib hotay hai wo,
Jin ko ye saza milti hai”




Dimensions of the poetry is not confined to sadness and heart-breaking things only. Another aspect to fall in love with poetry is that it offers true insight into human nature and its imperfections. It reveals the romantic side of our daily life. When it’s come to romantic corner it’s a kind of beauty that gently falls on your lips like snowflakes softly falling to the ground. The people are in love are, alone, isolated from the world. They have a secret language of poetry to share their love with each other.
ہوا مہک اٹھی رنگ چمن بدلنے لگا 
وہ میرے سامنے جب پیرہن بدلنے لگا 



بہم ہوئے ہیں تو اب گفتگو نہیں ہوتی 
بیان حال میں طرز سخن بدلنے لگا 



“lines have been taken from the poem of _Parveen Shakir_”

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