A poet can make his pen his best friend and can say all without making people think you are doing wrong. Poetry gives you the liberty to say all that you can't say about yourself and about others. You can say that you don't want to say openly. You can express your feelings and aggression. You can complain about their unfaithfulness without naming anyone. In short, you can talk to your pen when you are a poet and when you got nothing to say the words of your heart. So say anything whatever you want and proudly say that it's an art. And of course, it is.

"When you are a poet you can make your pen your best friend and say all your pains from the depths of your heart to your friend (pen), especially when you got no one from central animals." By Me ( easternpen)

By The most lonely man on this planet. Ghulam Muhayyudin/ easternpen

Poems "Do you Remember " and "Nothing"

Poetry comes from good observations and bad experiences in life. ( easternpen )

"I don't know who am I and that's a poet" easternpen

Hi readers, I am Ghulam Muhayyudin from Kot Pindi Dass Pakistan and I have always been inspired by nature, loved nature and that thing took me to praise beauty, whether it's the masterpiece of nature or the center of attraction for beauty worshippers or fools like me.

And here is my first poem and I will try to improve myself with your suggestions.

                 Do you Remember

Remember those beauties that blossom

Remember those Rains and with them

Remember we used to heal our pains

Remember that weather and thunderous cloud

Nature playing its music aloud

Remember we were both nature lovers

Remember those rains without covers

And remember those green meadows

Remember the trees and the shadows

Remember we used to dine together

Remember you were mine forever

And remember those winter's grains too

We played in jungles and plains too

I know, you may call it "Taboo"

Or my agnosticism or "Dejavoo"

While there, all the time, I saw you

If you remember those moments of joy

Then also recall grieves by your guys

Remember the deserts of sorrow that

I passed bare-footed without a hat

Don't you remember that old teenager 

Some called white, some said the gold teenager

Remember, there were many things to remember

And think deeply, then, I was just a teenager

And all of my gadgets weren't well and major

I have been everywhere with you

Whatever it is the sea, we've gone through

Now, I lost everything in your hope

And the poverty put me on the slope

Now, I remember your words but you don't

Now, I release the birds but you don't

I remember, you said, "I will remember"

Now, you're conditioning that with December

Now I've got all that I didn't remember

Everyone is a friend here but just till December

The December of wealth and illusion

Will make you feel your infusion

Remember, my friend, about our love

For us, It was beyond all and far above

Then remember the way you treated me

Took my peace away and hated me

But remember that I will be back soon

With the secrets of Elixirs and Philosopher's Stone

Then at that time, I will be the king of the kings

With the diamonds on my necklace,  with golden rings

Remember, it will be true soon

I will be the owner of the moon

By 

Ghulam Muhayyudin or easternpen

• Email: gmuhayyudin@hotmail.com

I think you should not

Consider these words

 Really appealing and

Should think that

It's just a beggar

On its duty and

 just forget about

All of my synthetic tears

And painful expressions

As two different directions

Now call me, just for money

And I am looking at both of them

Just for money

Which is, obviously, very funny

Now let me calculate    

What have I got

From getting betrayed

To this negative mind

From every luxury avoiding me

From the sun increases its burn

From the left poppy addiction

Without money, no lubricants

From the dim light coming to me

From them, who avoids to

Promote my tears and wounds

And from all that bounds me

With all the above-stated things

And I got nothing but just an addiction

To repeat my death until the death of the death

And do all that without friction

So, now I got to go to die

And kill me again and again

And you please, be careful with humans

And be safe without strain 

By

Ghulam Muhayyudin or easternpen

Hi my readers thank you for the time to read my poems, but my second poem is awaiting its title, so I invite my readers to suggest a name please, your suggestion will be considered seriously. Please suggest me a tag for this one at:

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I am free to write for money, oh yes true honey. I am free now waiting to write more beautiful poems. You will see the real voice there in my poems. The voice of the soul. So feel free to order poems on my fiverr.com gig to get poems transmuting your dreams.

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