Emtiaz Anwar Poems

A flutter in my stomach, a thud in my chest,
Intuition whispers, urging to chase the quest.
The future call softly, shadows stretching wide,
Moments tangled with love's unsure tide.
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The woman I might love with all my heart,
Yet she remains a figure who played no part.

Mumma, she finished her school and her college too,
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In the blanks of the night sky,
With the sound of bugs behind,
Nothing to share my time,
Under the banner of the city lights,
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Don't fall in love with a woman who reads,
her heart a library, where every page flies,
who feels too much, whose laughter and tears
transform fleeting moments into vibrant skies.
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Your boring face, steadies my heart race.
Glances and moments they lit me up, made me soar,
Like I'd found my palace, couldn't want more.
But then I'd crash, as you're not mine,
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Love, like light, moves across distances unseen, bending reality until two people stand face to face, their existence shaped by the quiet gravity of connection.

It is the great revealer—the force that takes the unknown and makes it known, the abstract and makes it intimate. In love, our world adjust. Now them become Center of our universe. Their voice becomes music. The sky, once ordinary, turns into something magic.
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A shape is traced in moonlit sand,
Its edges softened by the sea's caress.
We name it 'I'—a tender frame,
Redrawn with every heartbeat's press.
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Sometimes I tread paths solo, far from what's known, Sometimes I dissolve into distant lands, like city's muted stone. No roadmap guides me, no labels hold— I follow the hush of freedom, where silence makes me bold.

I'm the echo of a restless heartbeat within, A fire that flickers where dreams and trials begin. No cozy home anchors me, no North Star lights my flight— Only a wild yearning that dances deep into night.
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It started in a coffee shop, not fate, not fireworks — just warmth. No cinematic slow-mo glance, just laughter that felt like home.

She wasn't flawless, not a muse, but something in her quiet moved me. Not the kind to steal the room, but the kind you'd want to leave with.
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