Sultan Of Hearts Poetry

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 : A raw and emotional journey through pain, hate, and resilience. This poem tells the story of a young man facing rejection and cruelty from his own family, yet finding strength, hope, and faith. A testament to survival, inner courage, and the power of rising from the ashes. Real, heartfelt, and deeply human. "The Coldest Hands I Ever Held" (They Fed Me Hate, I Grew in Faith) Since the day my feet first touched this land, I’ve felt the coldness in every hand; Hate came to greet me, day after day, While love stood silent… too far away. Even my own blood could not be kind— Their eyes held storms that pierced my mind; I wonder, at times, if they’re truly mine, Or strangers wearing a family’s sign. Each glance they give feels sharp as a knife— A slow, cruel end, not the gift of life; Why not finish me with a single blow, Instead of this endless, painful show? When I was small, my only prayer Was love from the ones who should’ve been there; But my tender dreams were t...

Introduction :  This poem, "Rising from Nothing (The Lion Who Refused to Fade)," is a powerful anthem of resilience and self-empowerment. It tells the story of rising above rejection, doubt, and hardship to become a symbol of strength and hope. Inspired by the spirit of the Barbary lion and the courage within all of us, it is a tribute to anyone who has ever been overlooked or underestimated. Join me on this journey of transformation and courage as we celebrate the roar of a lion who refuses to be silenced. "Rising from Nothing" (The Lion Who Refused to Fade) Who am I? The one they laughed at loud, The one they said was useless, not proud. Ignored, forgotten, left in the dust, But now I’m everything — I’ll never rust. Once I was known as nothing at all, But now I stand proud, steady and tall. So tell me now, who do you see here? I’m the one who wipes away your tear. I’m the one who makes you laugh, not cry, The Barbary lion who won’t just die. I’m the one who refuse...

Introduction : “Unseen Scars, Unheard Roars” is a raw, defiant poem about reclaiming identity after years of silent pain. It tells the story of breaking free from the shadows of the past and choosing a new name to honor strength, not suffering. This is a roar of self-respect, resilience, and the courage to become who you were always meant to be.         "Unseen Scars, Unheard Roars" (my journey about Breaking Free from Shadows) In the late 90s, I was named like every child is named, But maybe my name was more — not just a name. Shahzad, of Persian roots, meant something more, Shah — a king, Zad — his son, a prince to the core. But I’m no prince, don’t let the name fool you, Because what I’ve lived through, no royalty ever knew. To most, pain is just a four-letter word, To me, it’s my whole life — every scream unheard. Twenty-six years, and I’ve seen it all, Pain on repeat, like a never-ending fall. That’s why I wanted to change what they call me, Not to forget, but t...

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 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...