Muhammad Saad

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The Grammar of Real Love. Part-I
Love is not born in fireworks, nor written in loud declarations. It begins quietly, like a comma placed carefully between two breaths.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Where Silence Learns to Sing
At first, there was silence— not the heavy kind that bruises the ears, but a listening silence, the sort the earth keeps before rain decides its name.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Echoes of the Spoken Dawn
In the quiet hush before the crowd stirs, where anticipation lingers like a soft fog, poets gather, hearts trembling, palms pressed, their voices dormant volcanoes ready to erupt.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Love Begets Love. Part-II
Love heals without announcing itself. It stitches wounds with invisible thread, turns scars into stories, and stories into wisdom. Where love walks, shame lowers its eyes and hope learns to breathe again.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Love Begets Love
Love begets love— this is the oldest truth written not in books but in the quiet behavior of stars, in the way a seed breaks itself just to become a tree.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Daffodils of the Living Voice
At dawn, the meadow learns to breathe, soft light unfolding like a held note released. Daffodils rise— not merely flowers, but golden microphones rooted in earth, waiting for truth.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Lanterns of the Living
Lanterns of the Living Verse In the quiet breath of morning, when the sky learns how to shine, And the world begins its waking with a whispered, fragile line, There appears a gentle circle where the poets come to stand, Holding pens that glow like lanterns in the cradle of their hand.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Where Quiet Minds Learn to Shine
In a small corner of the world, where the sunrise paints gold on the silent earth, a community of poets gathers—not in one place, but in one spirit. They come carrying lanterns made not of fire, but of words, each shining with the quiet strength of their thoughts.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The Lanterns of Quiet Poetry
In the quiet corners of the world, poets gather like lanterns waiting to be lit. Each mind carries a small spark—sometimes gentle, sometimes bright—but always ready to rise. In this place of shared words, they learn that poetry is not only written but lived. A single line can calm a storm, and a simple metaphor can heal a tired heart.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Where Poets Gather Light
In a circle made of verses, where quiet hearts unite, Poets gather in the morning to share their seeds of light. They paint the air with whispers that rise like gentle rain, Turning shadows into colors, turning sorrow into gain.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Voices That Heal the Sky
In the circle of poets, where soft minds rise, Thoughts bloom like dawn across quiet skies. We stitch broken moments with threads of light, Turning shadows gentle, giving hope its flight.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The City Where Poets Heal the Dawn
The City Where Poets Heal the Dawn Story-Poem of the Psychological Poets Society In a quiet hidden corner of the world, There lived a city woven not with bricks but with words— A place where the poets of the Psychological Society walked, Each carrying a lantern lit with thoughts, And a heart that tried every day to understand the soul.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets