From silver birch forests to lakes that mirror the skies

Russia’s beauty unfolds, wherever look wandering eyes.

Its women shine with grace, like dawn’s first soft light
Its men stand strong, as pines, enduring through the night.

The white beauty, of the Russian winter, peaceful and bright
Russia wears, a snowy crown of shimmering
shimmering crystal light.
snowy crown, of shimmering crystal light.

Summer spreads its, golden sunshine, across the fields so wide
While rivers, woods, and meadows glow with nature’s pride.

Autumn paints the forests rich with amber, red, and gold
with amber, red, and gold.

Where every breeze carries a story centuries old.
a story centuries old.

Beyond its culture and charms divine
A taste of history, in every dish we find.

Russia holds, a world of flavors, deep inside
Delicious cuisine, adds another charm to its pride.

Pelmeni
Pelmeni warm the heart and bring joy to the soul
While breakfast, Syrniki make mornings whole.

When sorrow visits, and your spirit feels blue
The flavor of Bi’lini brings, comfort and sunshine through.

A glass of Ku’vass , sings like an old village song
old village song
Its taste lingers gently, in memories for long.
Whenever it’s served, you never miss the chance
A colorful Russian salad, makes your appetite dance.

Russia is a hidden gem, a land to cherish and to love
A gift of endless beauty, like blessings from above.

From silver birch forests to lakes that mirror the skies
Russia’s beauty unfolds, wherever look wandering eyes.

Its women shine with grace, like dawn’s first soft light
Its men stand strong, as pines, enduring through the night.

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With fire, with word, with open hand,

The water, the air, or the sand—

what we lost, what we gain

No one knows how we first began.

In lust for life, so far we've gone,

From cave to crown, from dust to throne.

We know so little, so much unknown—

Everything feels like rent, yet we call it our own.

We mapped the stars, we crossed the seas,

Tamed the wild and split the trees.

But in our minds, a darker spark:

We forged a sun to burn the dark.

A breath, a flash — the silence torn,

The gift of God in atoms worn.

And now we stand, both wise and blind,

The end we crafted — cruel, unkind

We made the life in this form

We built the world — we made it home.

No one knows how we first began,

But we ourselves written the end.

To destroy the world may take one fatal fluke—

And Human — that is you — invented Nuke

And Human — that is you — invented Nuke

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O Lady, let me strive to weave in word,

How you help it soar.

How you grace this lonely world.

You grace this lonely world.

Your beautiful, shining eyes —

Brighten the darkness of the skies,

Brighten the darkness of the skies.

Your gorgeous, flowing hair,

Offers shelter from the harshest air.

Your fragrance drifts so light and free,

Chasing earth’s odours far from me.

How you grace this lonely world.

Blush color of your cheeks, how it glows,

Brings new charm to life where dullness shows.

A light more bright than stars unfurled,

O Lady, let me strive to weave in word,

How you grace this lonely world.

The dew upon your lips so wet and sweet,

Gives moisture to each breath I meet.

The form and curves of your body,

Hold whole beauty like nobody.

The grace your lovely form displays,

Keeps the world’s shape in perfect ways.

Your voice is music for dancing birds,

And so you grace this lonely world.

Ohh my God, how you grace this world.

Your presence makes hearts believe in God —

For even nature could not, unawed,

Create a beauty such as you.

Some greater power shaped what’s true,

And sent you gently to this earth:

A masterpiece, of timeless worth.

A vessel carved by hands of God —

You are a symbol, pure and broad,

A miracle that blessed this weary world,

O Lady, let me strive to weave in word…

How you help it soar.

How you grace this lonely world.

And above all, you break the myth

That souls are hidden, lost, adrift.

For you are my soul — and now I see,

My soul before my eyes, in thee.

Your light outshines my world,

O Lady, let me strive to weave in word,

How you help it soar.

How you grace this lonely world.

O Lady, how you grace this lonely world.

O Lady, how you grace this lonely world.

© mohammed zaki ansari 2025 12-04-2025

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Eid Celebration:- 

Celebrate the festival in a joyous way,

prepare yourself for Eid

In a heartwarming, special way

Stems not made of weft,

Nor designed to show off.

Wear the garments of kindness,

Woven from love, never to take off

Use the fragrance that's rich with care

Scent yourself with the perfume

of love and spread it everywhere.

Let your words and actions be soft as a breeze,

Be aware they cause no hurt, no unease

Keep kindness sweet upon your tongue

And share it with the world, old or young

The only action of affection that's right,

Open your arms wide, hug everyone tight

Ego, anger, and superiority—

Release them, set your spirit free in all

To friends, to relatives, to strangers, gift

Beautiful feelings to all

Celebrate the festival in a joyous way,

prepare yourself for Eid

In a heartwarming, special way

prepare yourself for Eid

In a heartwarming, special way

© 2019 Mohammed zaki ansari

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Sweets of Eid and holy

Christmas cake and

langar at the Gurudwara

Everything is pleasant

to me.

Hindu, Muslim or belonging to any religion

Loving humankind is pleasant to me.

There is a bit of suffocation in the new atmosphere

Someone is spreading the poison of hatred

Now, it seems to me.

That is the thing, That is unpleasant to me.

Of course,

we may have new things

There is no averse, it’s ok to me

but the old form of my nation

is more pleasant to me.

Any religion, any faith, or anyone

Everyone loves this soil

The fact is,

civilized people don't want it to spoil.

It’s a mother for everyone

Despite belonging to any religion,

What does a mother want?

dwell affection among all the children.

Then a mother feels happy, it seems to me

blood stain of children, on the land

No mother can like it, it seems to me.

What will our generation’s inheritance be?

It depends on us.

What kind of nation do we want to build?

It depends on us.

 

but we all have to keep that in mind

That seems most relevant to me.

the only crown of culture and

etiquette of Ganga Jamuni

suits on India’s head

and it’s pleasant to me.

Hindu, Muslim, or belonging to any religion

Loving humankind is pleasant to me.

Loving humankind is pleasant to me.

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O my love,

To feel alive,

I need your presence.

To scent my soul,

I need your fragrance.

 

I'm strong enough, just for pretense.

But so easily,

I can melt into your embrace.

 

To keep my life warm,

I need your heat,

A deep joy stays in my heart

Since you meat

 

To enchant my soul,

I long for the magic in your eyes

the magic in your eyes

You are a gorgeous angel,

Far above the skies.

 

To feel alive,

I need your presence.

To scent my soul,

I need your fragrance.

 

It fills the thirst in my heart,

Whenever you kiss.

So delicious is

The nectar of your lips.

So delicious, nectar of your lips

 

One in a million,

your elegance beyond words,

the only one, a gorgeous cutie

And I'm addicted to the miracle of your beauty.

Yes, I'm addicted to the miracle of your beauty.

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Some Smiles 😊

Some smiles realize what fake happiness is.

Some smiles realize what a beautiful mask on the face looks like.

Some smiles realize what ointment is on wounds.

Some smiles realize what happiness is.

Some smiles realize what positivity is.

Some smiles realize what beauty is.

Some smiles realize what God's miracle is.

And your smile comes in the last one.

A God's Miracle

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They need our sacrifice

We give them the power to play the game.

Then to whom do we blame?

We do surrender even without struggle.

Keep quiet; we used to sit cool and calm.

Then to whom do we blame?

ink, Paper pen, and human

They are buying everything they can.

Blood in the street is washing money down the drain.

putridity of Corpse, vanish by the status fragrance

Orgy of cruelty everywhere without shame

It's a new normal, as we are so tolerance

just, religion cast and anti-nation

Where is the health? Where is education?

Harmony, peace, and love are disappearing.

Who is dying nearby? Who is caring?

closed inside the malice cage,

just dancing to the leader's fame

Then to whom do we blame

The world is a market full of moonshine shade.

The financial value will determine your grade.

The disease is a business, and death is a trade.

I have seen people crying for a piece of bread.

but, TV studio, newspaper, and Twitter

Filled to the brim with hate thread

Don't shout; shut your mouth.

The king is sleeping, building the nation in a dream.

working hard for your butter and cream

hunger, Poverty, thirst, nothing at all

You must be a proud citizen, that's all.

Keep burning the nationalism flame.

Otherwise, you are a traitor, damn

We give them the power to play the game.

Let them play with our future and generation.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Be a little wise.

if we are puppets of politics.

to earn their bread. They need our sacrifice.

to earn their bread. They need our sacrifice.

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O Lady,

when you are a daughter,

you are a blessing to your father; you open the door of heaven.

When you are a mother,

You are an ocean of love and heaven under your feet.

 

When you are a wife,

you are his power, strength, and support

and a beautiful waterfall of love and care

 

when you are a friend or a sister

You are a great adviser and a big moral supporter

 

In your every form, you are a beautiful gift to this world

You are the gorgeous, shining Diamond in God's crown

that God sent to this world to make this world bright

Thanks for making this world a perfect place and worth living in

Happy Women's day

I'm not a poet.

I do not write poetry.

There is only word: solidarity.

No sunshine, but deep darkness

Nothing poesy, only some Misty verses

Unclear feelings, Dusty emotions

Broken dreams and daffy creations

And some of my stupid imagination

A boring story of life and relation

A graph of the pain and colour of the tear

That's it. Nothing more, my dear.

Shadow of Hell: A glimpse of a cruel world

Incomplete sentence and peculiar word

no good definition, no good characterization

There are Some uneven lines without coordination.

the smell of wounds and unpleasant phrases

with Rancid fragrance, some faded, dry roses

death of my soul, like the crucifixion of Jesus

Nothing poesy, only some Misty verses

Nothing poesy, only some Misty verses

-Zaki Ansari @zakiashkim

 

How do i tell you

What is love?

Is there any specific definition of love?

Innocent,

but the question is relevant.

So, let’s try to figure out what love is.

 

Is it your shadow on my personality?

Or your fragrance in my mind?

Maybe it’s your first kiss,

or the last one.

Or the cruel separation that’s been done.

 

Maybe it's your warm breath on my lips,

or a journey through a beautiful dream trips.

Is it your aroma in my breath?

Or the sweet nectar of your tongue,

between my lips?

 

Is it your thoughts in my brain?

Or wet memories in the drizzling rain?

Maybe it's the glimpse of your face in my eye,

or an ocean of tears and a thousand cries.

 

Is it the color of the wine, or something divine?

Or something only God can define?

 

Maybe it’s just a few odd words,

or a dolorous poem, written in my blood.

 

Is it the mark of your lipstick on my collar?

Or the shadow of a bikini,

resting on the bed’s corner?

Maybe it’s two bodies clinging together,

beneath a warm blanket on a winter night,

or the sweet, naughty morning kisses fight ?

 

Maybe it's the moment your heart says,

"Let’s talk to him,"

and your mind whispers,

"Stop; just stop thinking about him."

Maybe it's your feeling that he is my everything all,

or the feeling of denying it—

no, not at all.

 

Maybe it’s simple,

but a touch that runs deep in the heart,

or a beautifully crafted emotion’s art.

Maybe it’s the sweet intoxication, deep inside the soul,

or the exsanguinating, wounds that bleed the soul

 

50 shades of gray, or a single color of life,

a piece of trust, or a sharp betrayal’s knife.

 

Maybe it’s death we experience while alive,

or the power that helps us survive.

 

Is this the mystery of love? What is love?

But I’ve heard it said, love is a many-splendored thing,

and yet, it comes down to just one thing:

I’m concluding it.

Love is the beautiful dimple on your cheek. That’s it.

Love is the beautiful dimple on your cheek. That’s it.

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