Shahzada Imtiaz Ali
Shahzada Imtiaz Ali Poems
He spoke in sighs, not in demand,
A weary heart, a trembling hand.
He gave his youth, he gave his will,
Yet found no peace, no moment still.
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I gave her all—my heart, my time,
But silence echoed every climb.
She wanted more, yet gave me less,
And left my soul in quiet mess.
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Her loud voice echoes, shaking all the air,
No gentle touch, no sign of loving care.
The children watch, their tender hearts confused,
In this loud home, our spirits feel abused.
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Inside and outside, at a quick glance,
So sophisticated, organized, and caring,
True love we met inside, in every dance,
Well-tempered folk, beyond all comparing.
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A man may strive with all his strength and care,
To shape his bride with gentle, guiding hand.
He speaks with hope, yet finds she's unaware,
His words like footprints washed from softest sand.
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atan drank no wine, played no game,
He knew God's oneness, praised His name.
No theft, no lie, no shameful deed,
But pride alone destroyed his creed.
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I care too much, I give too deep,
While others smile and secrets keep.
I hold my friends in heart so wide,
Yet day by day, I'm hurt inside.
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Mortal, it must be.
Have many ways,
to express life.
Let me teach you one.
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Tired of trying and sick of crying,
Still smiling, but inside dying...
Could this be a life?
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A silent sigh beneath the roof I keep,
Where laughter once would sing me into sleep.
Now voices rise like storms without a name,
And gentle words dissolve in bitter flame.
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Just a few puffs of air, so slight to share,
A vast realm of ideas, beyond all compare;
The dreams and all woes, which silently grow,
But death, it arrives with a powerful blow.
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The more you look, the less you see,
A strange truth — can you watch your eyes?
And the thing closest to your soul,
Why is it hated? Can they tell why?
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Lives drift apart from their very souls,
Women walk, children laugh and play.
But whom shall I run and tell today?
Leukemia lives, quietly digging holes.
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I stepped on the stage, felt noble and chic,
Returned with nothing — weary and weak.
Spoke with travelers: "What is it you seek? "
They smiled and replied, "It's just what you pick."
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O Dejection! thou silent weight upon my chest,
I rose to speak, adorned and bold — the best.
Yet came back with nothing but aching bones,
From stages lit to quiet, hollow zones.
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Attraction arises as we attentively assemble authentic allies.
Bear bitter betrayal before bravely bearing burdens.
Cast away creeping creeds that constrict our core.
Devilish diction delivers daunting deception.
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In youthful hope I toiled with dream-fed eyes,
Through trials grim and studies long and stark;
Yet every triumph fades as sorrow sighs,
And emptiness devours each hopeful spark.
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I walked through halls with books in hand,
I climbed each step with hope so high,
I earned my scrolls in every land,
Yet still I watched each dream go by.
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Shahzada Imtiaz Ali Biography
Dr. Shahzada Imtiaz Ali is a distinguished Pakistani scholar, researcher, poet, and deep-thinking educator. A man of profound literary insight and emotional sensitivity, he has devoted his life to the pursuit of knowledge, truth, and self-understanding. Born in Pakistan, Dr. Ali demonstrated a keen love for reading and reflection from a young age. His academic journey is a testament to his intellectual versatility and spiritual depth. He holds Master's degrees in Islamic Studies, English, Pakistan Studies, and Education—a rare combination that reflects both his spiritual grounding and his expansive world view. He further pursued his passion for literature by completing an M.Phil. in English Literature, where he specialized in 'Identity Crisis and Magical Realism' as the subject of his thesis. His research explored the intersection of psychological fragmentation and the surreal elements that mirror real-world complexities—a theme that deeply resonates with his personal philosophy and creative voice. Currently, he is enrolled as a Ph.D. scholar, continuing his advanced research in English literature. Despite his vast academic accomplishments, Dr. Imtiaz Ali has often expressed the emotional toll of struggling to achieve certain life goals. This silent grief—of dreams not fully realized despite hard work—has transformed into poetic power. His poems, ballads, and reflective verses frequently explore themes like insomnia, unfulfilled desires, identity, emotional pain, and divine surrender. His writing combines lyrical beauty with philosophical questioning, making it both personally revealing and universally relatable. Apart from his academic and literary life, Dr. Ali is also known for his deep connection to spiritual values, his modest nature, and his ability to convert pain into insight. He believes that words can heal, and that poetry is not merely expression—but catharsis. He continues to write, research, and inspire students and readers alike—standing as a voice for those who feel deeply but are often unheard. Dr. Shahzada Imtiaz Ali is not just a scholar of books—but of the soul.)
The Best Poem Of Shahzada Imtiaz Ali
The Quiet Funeral
He spoke in sighs, not in demand,
A weary heart, a trembling hand.
He gave his youth, he gave his will,
Yet found no peace, no moment still.
She claimed her place, her throne, her right,
And asked he dim his inner light.
Her love came dressed in terms and laws,
With folded arms and sharpened claws.
No voice of his was heard aloud,
His silence praised, his manhood proud.
But nights grew long, his dreams turned grey,
As joy and laughter slipped away.
He bore the load, the debt, the care,
While she asked more, yet none to spare.
Respect she sought, yet none she gave,
He lived to serve—and died a slave.
No wounds to see, no blood to trace,
Just fading soul and hollow face.
And when he passed, none heard him cry,
For men like him are born to die.
Not by blade or bitter knife,
But by the hands that shared his life.
A funeral with no mourners near—
A man destroyed by love... or fear.
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Shahzada Imtiaz Ali Quotes
Being born is starting to die.
Life commences with the inception of its decline.
When a wife's will casts the only shadow in the home, some men find their spirit's light slowly consumed by silent worries.
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