Sultan Of Hearts Poetry

Introduction : “Still Alive, Still Rising” is a fierce declaration of resilience against judgment and hate. This poem stands up to critics with unshakable confidence, reminding us that no matter how loud the world gets, staying true to yourself is the highest victory.   "Still Alive, Still Rising"  (Don’t let them break you) They call me the bad guy, the antagonist of their world, But I don’t care—I don’t follow the herd. Everyone’s got a demon inside their dreams, Maybe I’m the one behind their nightmare screams. I’ve dealt with these haters since I became aware, From childhood scars to now—critics still stare. It hurt a lot back then, and yeah, it still stings, But I live by my truth, not the noise you bring. It’s normal, I guess, to paint others in black, To blame someone else when you’re under attack. But what do I see when I look at them all? Just haters afraid that I’ll never fall. Maybe it’s jealousy, maybe it’s fear, Maybe they just hate seeing me near. They want to h...

Introduction : “The Laughing Queen” is a nostalgic journey through the bittersweet memories of first love. It tells the story of a mischievous boy captivated by a rare laugh that forever changed his heart. Filled with hope and faith, this poem is a prayer for love’s healing and the promise of a future together. The Laughing Queen (A journey With Me Through The Fever They Call Love) So everyone’s asking, what first love feels like? Most of you know it, right? It hits like a strike. Me too—I’ve felt it, but didn’t know at first, Thought it’s a joke, or just a random crush. Let me take y’all on a ride today, Hop on my story, we’ll fly far away. Fourteen years back, I was just a kid, But trust me, you don’t know half the things I did. I wasn’t that child who just played and smiled, I was the genius of mischief—wild. Causing problems like I had a job, No one was safe, not even the mob. Then one day, in Islamabad’s air, I met a girl with a laugh so rare. We became friends—slow, not fast, And...

Introduction : “She Is Your Queen, Not Your Slave” is a powerful call for respect, love, and kindness within marriage. This poem exposes the pain caused by neglect and cruelty, urging men to honor their wives as true queens—worthy of care, dignity, and unwavering support. “She Is Your Queen, Not Your Slave” ( A Poem for Respect in Marriage ) Since I was just a kid of seven, I saw the pain that breaks like leaven. Not all, but many men, it's true, Do things no heart should ever do. She leaves her home, her blood, her kin, To trust a stranger and begin. With hope so bright, with heart so wide, She walks with dreams right by his side. But days pass by, and truth is seen, He barks and hits—no trace of green. Where is the man she thought he was? Now cruel without a rightful cause. The mother-in-law joins the rage, Screams like a fire outside its cage. “You’re worthless!” she shouts in her face, No kindness, love, or mother’s grace. The father-in-law just adds more flame, “You took my so...

Introduction : “Brothers of My Youth” is a nostalgic tribute to friendship forged in childhood. Through memories of school days and loyal bonds, this poem celebrates the brothers found in life’s early years—connections that time and distance can never break. Brothers of My Youth (A Poem Inspired by Friendship) When I moved to Islamabad one day, A new school welcomed me to stay. In Class 6, sharp and full of trouble, First in class, but always causing trouble. Mischief filled my every look, Spreading chaos while acing the books. Teachers sighed, but still would smile, I tested their patience all the while. Then came Naif, calm and wise, With Murree hills behind his eyes. Quiet strength and steady grace, Always calm, a thoughtful face. We became friends through games and talk, Through schoolyard laughs and hallway walks. We shared our dreams, our fears, our truth — A brother found in days of youth. In Class 8 came Haris, true, Naif’s cousin, made our circle two to a crew. Three of us — a...

Introduction : “The Queen of My Childhood” is a nostalgic and heartfelt poem about a boy’s innocent first love — a playful friendship that quietly grew into a lifelong memory. It’s a tender promise to a girl who still holds a special place in his heart, despite years and distance. The Queen of My Childhood (A Poem from a Boy Who Still Believes) In the parks of Islamabad, I once would roam, A mischievous child, far from home. A fight began, as boys do in play, Her brother and I, on a sunny day. She came between us, fierce and bold, A stranger's heart, yet spirit gold. No words of love, no glances stolen, Just playground chaos, young and swollen. Weeks passed on, I saw them again, Laughed with her brother, forgot the pain. But her quiet care, I couldn’t ignore, The way she watched her siblings more. Then came the glass, the rock I threw, It shattered loud, the laughter grew. She laughed—my angel with playful laugh, Called me trouble, and hit me half. Her laughter rang, so soft, so f...