Sultan Of Hearts Poetry

Introduction :  Every love story begins with a spark, but in Pakistan, love marriages aren’t easy—they demand courage, patience, a touch of mischief, and a whole lot of heart. Yet when our love is finally accepted by our families, and the two hearts come together, it feels like pure magic—like the world paused just for us. From being strangers on a park bench, to friends who shared laughter, to husband and wife bound by prayers and love, this poem reflects the humor, sweetness, and struggles behind love marriages in our culture—a playful, heart-fluttering journey with Maryam, the real person who stole my heart and became my answered prayer.     From Silence to “Yes, I Do” (A Love Marriage in Pakistani Culture) Islamabad’s evening blazed gold, the world paused to stare, I sat with a book, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Then she appeared, a shadow that stole the light— My heart forgot to beat; she rewrote my night. She walked with her cousin, two books in her hand, a purpl...

Introduction : Love is not always roses and joy — sometimes it is pain, sometimes it is silence, and sometimes it is an eternal question that refuses to be answered. This poem is a reflection of my own journey through love: its sweetness, its fragility, its mystery, and the way it shapes a soul forever. It is written from the heart, and every line carries the weight of my personal experience.   "Sweet Pain, Sacred Knot"   (The Unsolved Riddle of My Love) I was a restless shadow beneath the city sky— a laughing boy in Islamabad, running by. Life was a playground, careless and free… until love’s arrow found, and silenced me. Then one day I saw you—my world turned; my childish ways into ashes burned. Since that moment, you became my flame… my life was never again the same. Your love has made me strong yet weak— a warrior’s heart, and a silence meek. I feel so free, yet a prisoner too… for my heart is locked inside of you. I stay quiet—though my silence speaks; love beyond words ...

Introduction : Sometimes pain doesn’t scream, it whispers in silence, burns slowly, and hides behind the smile on a lonely face. This poem, “The Wounds Without Blood,” is born from days of sorrow, anxiety, and the feeling of being abandoned in a world full of people but empty of humanity. It speaks of loneliness, hidden suffering, and the desperate wish for comfort — not to glorify pain, but to give voice to what too many feel in silence. This is more than just verses; it is a reflection of reality, a reminder that even in our darkest nights, faith, hope, and love can guide us back toward the light. For anyone who has ever suffered quietly, this poem is for you.   "The Wounds Without Blood" (Humans are near, but humanity is not) Since the day this sorrow took my hand, I’ve been drowning in a silent land; Smiles may cover what eyes can’t show, But inside I’m burning, slow… so slow. Four days passed, yet the pain won’t fade, It lingers like shadows where dreams are laid; I thou...

Introduction : Everyone has a place that is more than just a city—it’s a memory, a friend, a love, and a soul. For me, that place is Islamabad. It’s where I grew up, where I learned about life, where I found my first love, prayed for peace in Faisal Masjid, and built friendships that still remain. This poem is not just about roads, parks, or green hills—it’s about the heartbeat of a city that will forever live inside me. “Where My Heart Forever Lives (Islamabad, My Soul City)” is my love letter to Islamabad. “Where My Heart Forever Lives" (Islamabad, My Soul City) My friends ask me, “what’s your place, The city you love, the one you embrace?” Without a thought—my answer is clear… Islamabad’s name is all they hear. Then Osman says, “but why that town? There are bigger cities, of more renown. Even in Pakistan, beauty runs deep… So why’s it Islamabad you choose to keep?” I laugh a little, and calmly say, “You see it different, I see another way. For you it’s just a city, plain and st...