Md. Ziaul Haque : Writing

When You are Alone

When You are Alone

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


When you are all alone, When all the worlds seem to be gone, Don’t you ever worry, Just add wings to the sweetest memory. Wh..
From Darkness to Darkness

From Darkness to Darkness

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


We are formed in the darkness, Paving our ways through a medium natural, And bathing in the brightness, The empty slate starts being fill..
The Star has Found a New Home

The Star has Found a New Home

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


The star has found a new home, He doesn’t have to surrender further to the endless roam, For him the horizon is not in the distance, ..
Wait

Wait

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


‘Wait’, a four-letter-word, But so weighty inside, That some find boring and hard, A few others have to unwillingly abide. ..
Thank You for the Unforgettable Journey

Thank You for the Unforgettable Journey

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


On you I sprinkle thousands of thanks, For the extremely special moments, On that day you blessed me with, The wind was whispering, every..
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I am Your Shadow

I am Your Shadow

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


I am your shadow, yes I really am, Escape from me is never possible, Since my soul feels at home inside your soul’s realm, Ask ..
You are My Sky!

You are My Sky!

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


You are my sky, My blue sea, I feel you most when the dark hours pass by, I am you and you are me. Keep smiling and lend me the ra..
Revenge

Revenge

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


I am busy with my own planet, Let me be the way I am, do not generate the unexpected heat, Stop saying bad things when I am not present, ..
She is Very Special!

She is Very Special!

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


She is very special, I adore her for her kindness! Very bold at times, Helen’s hair is nothing compared to the thickness, That he..
Prosaic Justice

Prosaic Justice

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


The way things are moving on, Not quite justifiable, Golden moments seem to be gone, Prosaic justice is ironically available. Poet..