Whispers of Wisdom

03/08/2025

"The Presence Never Mine"

I walked through woods where silence grew,
And thought of all I never knew
Of hands unmet, of eyes unshown,
Yet in my soul, forever known.

You were the voice behind the rain,
The breath that eased unspoken pain.
Though time refused to place you near,
Your shadow whispered soft and clear.

Not every hope is meant to stay,
Some bloom, then wither in a day.
Yet what is lost, not truly gone,
It lingers still, though you moved on.

For not in grasp, but in the need,
You lived within my every deed.
And though no fate our paths aligned,
You were the compass in my mind.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
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03/08/2025

Though Burdened, Yet Remembering Thee

Though days have pressed with iron weight,
And bitter winds have sealed my fate,
Though toil and tear have dimmed my view,
One thought remained forever true.

When dawn arose with weary hue,
Or twilight sighed in shadows blue,
Thy gentle face, like star-lit sea,
Still wandered deep inside of me.

No lash of fate, nor storm of care,
Could chase thy presence from my air
For even in my darkest night,
Thy memory glowed, a steadfast light.

I dwelt in silence, bore each blow,
Yet clutched the dream I could not show;
Thy name, unsaid, was still my song
A music in my soul so strong.

Let riches flee, let youth decay,
Let all the world be swept away
So long as I remember thee,
Not all is lost—my soul is free.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
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03/08/2025

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“The Prayer I Never Spoke”

I seek no gold, no roof of pride,
No crown to wear, no halls so wide;
But just a soul — so calm, so near
Who feels my wounds, and draws them clear.

Some holy voice, not dressed in fame,
But one who calls my weeping name;
To lay a hand where hope has fled,
And turn my tears to light instead.

These eyes have rained for seasons long,
They’ve lost their path, their joy, their song
If mercy lives in breath or grace,
Let it descend upon this face.

Not for this world I raise my plea,
But for the peace denied to me
No house I ask, no coin, no claim,
Just one to love me without name.

So come, O gentle one, unknown,
Whose silence speaks where winds have blown;
And if you hear this quiet ache
Let not my faith in love forsake.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
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02/08/2025

"Love" by William Wordsworth:

Wordsworth’s “Love”is a nostalgic, romantic reflection where ,memories of deep affection and nature blend into one timeless moment. The poem immortalizes Genevieve as the poet’s embodiment of hope, joy, and sacred love, set against the beauty of moonlight and ruined towers.

02/08/2025

Thank You, Night

The night wraps itself
in winds that ache,
A silence full of words
I didn’t dare to make.

Stories hang in air
unwritten, unsaid
Still, the stars
remember what we once read.

Hope walks through
the forest of fears,
And the sun returns,
brighter through tears.

Your dreams still sleep
on the desert's face,
While time keeps spinning
in a breathless race.

What did we lose?
Where did it fall — that light?
Even the breeze feels lost
in your absent sight.

Yet someone still wears
the shawl of night’s sorrow,
Waiting quietly
for a softer tomorrow.

The moon climbs the roof
like a keeper of secrets,
And the night arrives
to light love’s deep beacons.

So thank you, Night
for not hiding the pain,
For holding it gently
till morning comes again.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
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02/08/2025

Kindness Echoes

It’s not the voice,
but the tone we share
a gentle word
can heal despair.

Some speak with honey
yet hearts stay cold,
But the truly kind
leave warmth untold.

A wall may preach
a thousand lines,
But it takes a soul
to make them shine.

And those who think
with light and grace
they're never lost,
not time, nor place.

So thank you, friend,
for the thoughts you hold,
For choosing truth
in a world gone cold.

You are the voice
that silence needs
A garden growing
through quiet deeds.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
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01/08/2025

More Than Time

Some hours don’t tick
they breathe.
They hold the warmth
of hands that never leave.

You came like sunrise
without noise or claim,
But everything you touched
never felt the same.

With you,
even silence had a voice,
Even pain became soft
and love, a choice.

Time walked with us,
but we walked deeper still
In laughter, in storms,
in every quiet hill.

So thank you
for being more than a day,
For living in the moments
that never fade away.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
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01/08/2025

Carried and Left

I was the branch in a flood
held others, never asked why.
They stepped on my strength
just to reach the sky.

My sorrow — I dared to unfold,
thinking it might be shared.
But only the silence stayed,
while the listener never cared.

I lifted hearts with shaking hands,
but none turned back for mine.
Even shadows walked ahead
when I crossed the broken line.

Now I speak less of what I bear,
for grief is no one's debt
It stays with the one who holds it
when everyone else forgets.
POet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan

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31/07/2025

Alhamdolillah !I’m honored to share with you all that I’ve won a Bronze Medal in a global poetry competition on
https://allpoetry.com the world’s largest and most prestigious poetry platform.
This recognition means a lot to me, and I’m excited to share the award-winning poem with you, my dear friends. Your support and encouragement have always inspired me to keep writing.
Here is the poem for you all waiting for your like&comments.
================Awan
They Carried Bread , Not Bombs

They carried bread, not bombs in hand,
Yet fell like echoes on cursed sand.
White coats, red vests, and cameras bare
Marked as threats for simply being there.

A medic leaned to tie a child’s shoe,
A bullet pierced his heartbeat through.
The nurse who whispered, "Stay with me,"
Now whispers through eternity.

The food truck hummed a song of peace,
Its wheels turned hope, not war's caprice.
But hope, it seems, must bleed and burn
When tyrants fear the hungry’s turn.

A lens was lifted — not to hate,
But witness truth, however late.
They shot the lens, they feared the frame
For truth alone can name the shame.

The silence screams, the smoke won't lie,
As angels fall from Gaza’s sky.
What justice lets the innocent die?
What god condones a child's last cry?

They strike the ones who heal and feed,
Who write the truth, who plant the seed
And label them the enemy,
For daring breathe while not yet free.

But ink will rise where bodies fall,
And voices echo past each wall.
You kill the hands that tend the flame,
But still — the fire speaks your name.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan

31/07/2025

31/07/2025

The Path I Reclaimed

Three weeks after I was diagnosed with breast cancer, my husband left me — for his secretary.
While my body wrestled with chemo and exhaustion, I spent six hollow months staring at the cracked concrete path leading to my front door.
It seemed, in its brokenness, to mirror the ruin of my life — a quiet metaphor I hadn’t asked for but couldn’t ignore.
Each jagged edge whispered of the future we once planned, of the home we built together, and of the man who abandoned it when I needed him most.
My sister begged me to sell the house, to move on, to start anew.
But I had fought too hard to keep it selling felt like letting him win twice.
So I stayed.
And slowly, with the first flickers of returned strength, I began collecting river stones during short recovery walks.
Simple, smooth, sometimes colorful — they were small pieces of peace.
Physical therapy helped heal my body.
But arranging those stones, crafting beauty from chaos — that began to heal something deeper.
Each day, I added more: a curve here, a cluster there.
My rage, my grief, my strength — all set in stone.
When I ran out of riverbeds, I ordered stones online.
The seller, a kind woman, offered advice and encouragement.
Three months of slow, deliberate work — in intervals between pain and perseverance — and the path transformed.
What was once a jagged reminder of all I had lost had become a radiant testimony to what I could still create.
Now, I design custom mosaic paths for others — especially women rebuilding their lives after loss.
My hands that once trembled now shape art into the earth.
Last week, my ex-husband drove past the house.
He stopped.
His new wife was beside him.
And I saw him looking — mouth slightly open — at what I had built.
He hadn’t just left me.
He had missed the masterpiece!
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
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