Poetry and Shayari to Inspire and happy

Shayari is a part of culture in India and a rich tradition of poetry and has many different forms. Shayari was one of the form to express views and ideas during freedom struggle in India. Many poets emerged during the time to express views on the idea of independence. Not only was it popular in those times, shayari is a part of Asian culture and cherished in all times. Mushairas or poetic exhibitions are held in various parts of the globe, where poets are invited to recite poetry among huge gathering of people. There are many forms of poetry inlcuding ghazal, shayari, humd etc.

Shayari or poetry is a way to put forward their ideas on various topics, including motivation shayari at https://myrelist.com/motivation-shayari/ and happy shayari at https://myrelist.com/beautiful-happy-shayari/. Myrelist is a website which has shayari on various topics ranging from love to breakup, birth to death etc. Motivation shayari inspires people during hard times and motivated them to tackle it. Following are shayari to enjoy.

In the urdu poetic tradition, pen names are quite popular, and most poets use pen name also called as takhallus. This can be either a part of a poet’s name or the poet can adopt something else as an identity. The traditional convention in the identification of poet is to mention the pen name at the end of their name. The word takhallus is derived from Arabic, which means ending. One of the reason is that the poets used to incorporate pen names at the beginning or end of the final couplet of each poem in the ghazal form.

In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art.

Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart.

Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all.

I love the way you sit there and barely notice me at all.

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Tiny little secrets

Get buried in the dirt,

And if they were dug up,

Someone would probably get hurt,

Someday you will cry for me

Like I cried for you.

Someday you'll miss me

Like I missed you.

The plates will still shift

and the clouds will still spew.

The sun will slowly rise

and the moon will follow too.

No man is an island,

Entire of itself,

Every man is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less.

As well as if a promontory were.

As well as if a manor of thy friend’s

Or of thine own were:

Any man’s death diminishes me,

Because I am involved in mankind,

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;

It tolls for thee.

And then the day came,

when the risk

to remain tight

in a bud

was more painful

than the risk

it took

to blossom.

Curtains forcing their will

against the wind,

children sleep,

exchanging dreams with

seraphim. The city

drags itself awake on

subway straps; and

I, an alarm, awake as a

rumor of war

lie stretching into dawn

unasked and unheeded.

The rose is a rose,

And was always a rose.

But the theory now goes

That the apple’s a rose,

And the pear is, and so’s

The plum, I suppose.

The dear only knows

What will next prove a rose.

You, of course, are a rose –

But were always a rose.

I love reading and writing, especially poetry such as motivation shayari. It is something that not only inspires and develops creativity in me, but also relax me.