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Tajalla Qureshi: A romanticist who illustrates the artistic and enthusiastic style of writing from Pakistan. She has been blessed exquisitely with a divine power of divulging thoughts on a paper of canvas. She believes that purity, authenticity, and transparency are the monuments of a beautiful pure soul. She reckons that passion and pleasure power and purify the spirit. Her aim is to blow out the lustrous love with the nature through her twinkling vibes.
A magical lapse of love
The morning bells in the soft ears for so longing,
As it dwells in the heart for itsbelongings
The more it bells, the more it mingles and attracts
And swings in the middle for being reflect
Like a dress of lights and delights sent by Mavin
Ella’s love rings high, as the melodies whisper
More than an ember of embrace slightly kisses her
Eyes with sweet honey from hives of heal
Seems, she seats between an orchard of Lillies
And reads the cozy letters of Young Mavin,
Moving fingers from the first letter to the end one
Pleasure is priceless and moments are in a bun
Mavin’s fingers pour perfume on letters for her
With love lights and a fusion of fireflies as flur
Sending sensations of moonlight, as she strikes
Ella’s eyes, tinny chin, and red cheeks are in likes
A sweet love song is written here with inner charm
And the fragrance of holiness hurries the warm
As holdups for years to come and clasps the urge
Mavin knows her eyes submerging the merge
Her heart profoundly shimmers the holy bouquet
Softness of honey weaves through the red bucket
Magical moves kindle the caves of darkness
Mavin’s verses are the divine gowns of sweetness
Letters of love lapses to adore the heavenly decor
Speaking the silence to unveil the desires of pure
Dove dances, Love bounces, and heart wholes
Like a mild touch of cozy rose clasps with moles.
A Rose in Ruins
The Deadly Hallows click
Culprit the zenith of clips
Disperse the potion of grips
Even though the elf’s skip
And the dark shadows shower
the deadly spells to land the lower
Slytherin switches extremely hover
Around the fences of the faery chamber
The clout of barricades attempting to curse
the magnificence and diligence of murmurs
Under the depth of the other world, slowly furs
Over there, the dementors dwell for years
And the terrible basilisk waits
for the one drop of red blood to ruin the gates
Unveil the dark magic trance on the mate
Dwell down, words wound, bell bounds the fate
Yet, the only queen of the elder wand
the rose petal that Lili sent, the hearth of Hagrid land
the firmness in Severus’ eyes, all over the beyond
She, the divine emerald, believer of Expecto Patronum, glass from the pound
Pride of newness in the Muggle World,
Eyes with fumes of fragrance whirled
Divulging the diamond-like pearled
High the heels, she the concerned
Ignition of redness in the pasture of action
Holder of wand wisely won, the affection
Centuries moan for redress of terrible motion
She, raised as a rose often ruined in silly potion
Nevertheless, the protection protects
the warmness, calmness, and stops mercilessness
that affect
She, blinks in the belief of Potter, James, and Albus,
the Spect
Even in the end, the heart seels the unrevealed kept.
