Ancient-SOUL (Adeel Ahmed)

Welcome, YOU entered a POET'S TERRITORY

Forget what they think or say...
YOU are the only reason...

By Profession an unemployed Engineer
By passion an unprofessional Writer (Poet)
إِنِّي أُحِبُّكَ فِي اللَّهِ...
کیہ جاناں میں کون...
Only that (Hope, Faith, Trust, Shelter, Reliance) is enough for ME that My ALLAH [LORD ,GOD] never forgets...

بس یہی آسرا کافی ہے مجھے...
ﻭ َﻣَﺎ ﻛَﺎ ﻥَ ﺭ َﺑُّﻚ َ ﻧَﺴِﻴًّﺎ...
عدیل احمد
An ancient Soul...
Free thinker, Reading Books (Psychology, Philosophy, Romance, Poetry) Coffee, Cigarette, Tea, Internet...

I respect your opinion but it doesn't mean that I'm agreed...

A part from a Poem i wrote about Writers :
° ° ° WRITERS ° ° °

Darling WE are Writers...
And WE don't cry...
Yes WE are Writers...
A WRITER have to Traveled through Madness to write...
We should have to Truthful with our Pen...

And it is true that being a writer YOU are more RESPONSIBLE...
RESPONSIBLE for what you are thinking...
RESPONSIBLE for what you are feeling...
RESPONSIBLE for what you are saying...
RESPONSIBLE for what you are writing...
And RESPONSIBLE for what you are DELIVERING...

Yes WE are Writers...
WE don't cry...
Yes We don't cry...

Don't worry nothing will happen if we make sure ourselves that nothing is Under control...

I don't argue, Because i have a better option to ignore...

Love is not all about what we think or feel, it has different impact on different personalities with different intensities, so don't waste your time to elaborate what is Love...
There is no real or fake Love, because if it'll be real then YOU can categorize it as Love...

We have to understand things before comparison:
Like there is no match between Love and lust.
Don't compare Love with Sex, it doesn't make any sense. They both are different but not opposite...

°*~°*~ SEDUCTION of BEING UNDERSTOOD °*~°*~

*NOTE :
According to pattern note always comes in last, but I just placed it on top after poem name to read it first before YOU read POEM. So maybe YOU disagree with my concept and opinion but let me explain what I think ( in specific context about this POEM ). Being a writer ( POET ) I'm not ashamed to admit that words have AROUSAL, SEDUCTION, INTIMACY, TOUCH, Feels. Same like that if someone understands your WORDS, feelings & emotions ( as YOU describe in WORDS ) is just enough to get arouse and seduce or intimate. For me this POEM is based on that concept ( i.e YOU just fell for my Words and felt them the same I want to deliver to my readers. So how lucky I'm that YOU just understand beyond my understandings ).
Being a writer I'm afraid of being misunderstood instead of not understand. I consider SEX , SEX when YOU intimate YOUR partner before being physical and get arouses by him / her AROUSAL and SEDUCTION. For me it's damn intoxicating and addictive but if YOU don't do that and don't know how to do that YOU worth less than plastic dummies. ( I wish i could write poem here )

An Urdu Ghazal with Translation:
خاموش رہ کر بات مجھ سے کرتی ہے...
وہ آنکھ دیکھتی بولتی ہے پڑھتی ہے...
1- Rhyme
By staying silent those EYES talk to me, the EYES who can see, speak and read...
اسے زمانے کا ڈر ہے اور کچھ ذیادہ ہے...
اسے یہ بات خود بھی پریشاں کرتی ہے...
2- Rhyme
She is afraid of this world and bit more about consequences, this fear also irritates her as well
میں اس کی نیند پہ پہروں پہرہ دیتا ہوں...
وہ میری رات میں چاندنی یوں بھرتی ہے...
3- Rhyme
I LOVE to stay with her while she asleep I stay like a guard with her in her sleep, by doing this she.makes my every night full of MOON light and brighten
میں اسکی زلف سے شب بھر بہلتا رہتا ہوں...
وہ میرے ہاتھ کی سب انگلیاں پکڑتی ہے...
4- Rhyme
I kept myself busy while loving her long black hair whole night and while I roll my fingers in her hairs she hold and tickles with my fingers lovingly
وہ میرے عشق سے اکثر مکر ہی جاتی ہے...
میری دیوانگی سے اس قدر وہ ڈرتی ہے...
5- Rhyme
Sometimes she clearly Refuse that she loves me, and this is because she get afraid of my insanity and deeper LOVE I have for her.
عدیل احمد
Adeel Ahmed

New Poem:

YOU
Touched
My
Soul
And
My
Body
Responded
To
That
With
A
Shivering
ORGASAM...

Adeel Ahmed

My first Haiku:
I believe in love...
YOU breath in me like i do...
Souls meant to Rock & Roll...

Adeel Ahmed

Poet:
A poet, who writes for his Own satisfaction. For me poetry is the language of SOUL...

Ooo My Soul-Mate Listen to ME...
اے میری ہم روح مجھے غور سے سن۔۔۔
This One is For YOU... #[ YOU=Soul-Mate]

°*~°*~°*~ YOU THE UNIVERSE °*~°*~°*~

YOU are my LIFE...
YOU are my LOVE...
YOU are my SOUL Mate...
YOU are my All Above...

YOU are my Fantasy...
YOU are my Desire...
YOU are my Urge...
YOU are my Dire...

YOU are my WISH...
YOU are my Need...
YOU are my Hunger...
YOU are my Feed...

YOU are my TOUCH...
YOU are my Romance...
YOU are my Charm...
YOU are my Dance...

YOU are my Calm...
YOU are my Fire...
YOU are my Tough...
YOU are my Mire...

YOU are my KISS...
YOU are my Bite...
YOU are my Vision...
YOU are my Sight...

YOU are my Passion...
YOU are my Craze...
YOU are my Weld...
YOU are my Braze...

YOU are my Crave...
YOU are my Tickle...
YOU are my Sweet...
YOU are my Pickle...

YOU are my Insanity...
YOU are my Chant...
YOU are my Chaos...
YOU are my Want...

YOU are my Arousal...
YOU are my Sensation...
YOU are my Uttermost...
YOU are my Temptation...

YOU are my Look...
YOU are my Gaze...
YOU are my Shook...
YOU are my Daze...

YOU are my Movement...
YOU are my Lean...
YOU are my Hidden...
YOU are my Seen...

YOU are my Lick...
YOU are my Nibble...
YOU are my Slurp...
YOU are my Wiggle...

YOU are my Empty...
YOU are my Full...
YOU are my Push...
YOU are my Pull...

YOU are my Body...
YOU are my CURVE...
YOU are my Goosebumps...
YOU are my Nerve...

YOU are my POEM...
YOU are my Story...
YOU are my Fiction...
YOU are my Memory...

YOU are my Emotion...
YOU are my Thought...
YOU are my Huge...
YOU are my Mote...

YOU are my Taunt...
YOU are my Tease...
YOU are my Jealousy...
YOU are my Peace...

YOU are my Ecstasy...
YOU are my Shiver...
YOU are my Joy...
YOU are my Fever...

YOU are my Breath...
YOU are my Beat...
YOU are my Cold...
YOU are my Heat...

YOU are my Happy...
YOU are my Sad...
YOU are my Insanity...
YOU are my Mad...

YOU are my Habit...
YOU are my Priority...
YOU are my Addiction...
YOU are my Territory...

YOU are my Coffee...
YOU are my Sip...
YOU are my Covered...
YOU are my Nip...

YOU are my Universe...
YOU are my World...
YOU are my Rhyme...
YOU are my WORD...

#YOU
Adeel Ahmed

It seems i have loved you,
in numberless forms,
numberless times,
in life after life,
in age after age...
Forever!
Ssssh!
Silence will help you to find answers...
A Message to Life :
Just let change my days...
Life, I'll take revenge...
بس ذرا دن بدلنے دے میرے ۔ ۔ ۔
زندگی ! انتقام لوں گا میں۔ ۔ ۔
You Are My Ardour
You are my ardour, my friend, faith, creed.
You are my body, you are my spirit, heart, soul.
There is nothing like destination, but another task.
Adeel Ahmed
I, ME, YOU, and WE, all are the same...#Think
گفت گریان بو علی چون دست بر نبضم نهاد
در کتابِ من دوایِ دردِ این بیمار نیست
(قتیل لاهوری)
بو علی سینا نے جب میری نبض پر دست رکھا تو اُس نے گِریہ کرتے ہوئے کہا کہ میری کتاب میں اِس بیمار کے درد کی دوا نہیں ہے۔
QUOTE...
I thought that we, we humans are like an ocean waves, we can't overcome other wave till it ends or unless leaves his place for upcoming wave. We didn't compete we just wait for the an empty space filled by next wave we are following...

بک رہا ہوں جنوں میں کیا کیا کچھ...
کچھ نہ سمجھے خدا کرے کوئی...
बक रहा हूँ जुनूँ में क्या क्या कुछ...
कुछ न समझे ख़ुदा करे कोई...
Bitter Truth :
زندگی تیری رفاقت کی طلب میں ہم نے۔ ۔ ۔
آخرش موت سے جا ملنا ہے۔ ۔ ۔
In desire of Life's LOVE...
We met the Death, Finally...