And I fell in love with melancholy 🕊🌙

mending broken souls without ever unveiling

the fractures beneath my own skin,

guarding everyone else's heart while leaving my fragile one bare to the world.

Only to be wounded by every soul I ever loved.

I lived for their happiness, carving pieces of myself away,

moulding myself into someone they might choose to keep.

I never asked for much. Only to be loved.

If not with the depth I loved them,

then at least with the kindness one human owes another.

Yet no matter what I become, it is never enough.

I have bled, and bled, and bled.

Still, they turn away, as though even the colour of my blood disappoints them.

I have poured myself out until there is nothing left to pour,

until my bones echo where a heart once lived.

I am tired. And still, I keep emptying myself

into hands that never hold me back.

But they are never satisfied. Will they ever be?

I already know the answer.

And when I die, I know the world will not stop.

Perhaps a tear. Perhaps a prayer. Perhaps a day or two of remembering.

Then silence. I will fade

the way I have always faded,

forgotten, long before my last breath,

Why don't we talk to our cute se pyare pyare kiraman katibeen.

I mean. Hey. Assalamualaikum. Dear farishtes aap dono kaise hain. Aapko pta h aaj kya hua. I mean Obv they know everything but that's more fun. Kyunki they alr know everything and we can chat with them without worrying. Issey insan self reflect bhi krskega.

Idk that sounds cute to me.

Maybe we don't have to wear the mask of strength.

Maybe we have a shoulder to lean on.

Maybe we are free from all the weight we carry.

Maybe for once we aren't merely listeners but have someone who listens us.

Maybe we don't have to bleed our heart out anonymously away from everyone we know.

Maybe we don't have to lie when people ask us if we are fine.

Maybe in another life the people we trust don't betray us.

Maybe the selfless love we gave while wearing our heart on our sleeve gets reciprocated and cherished.

Maybe we are loved for who we are and not what we give.

I ask You with all my heart and all my soul. Ya Allah, I ask You for the possible and the impossible, for You are the Lord, the Creator of all worlds. You know what I do not know. You are aware of my sorrows, my wishes, my happiness, and the pain I hide from everyone. Ya Rabbi, I ask You for what feels impossible to me, because nothing is impossible for You. There is nothing in this dunya or akhirah that You cannot grant. I ask You like a child unwilling to stop asking. I will keep asking You. For every wound no one sees, every dream no one knows. You know them all, my Lord.

Ya Allah, I ask and I ask and I ask, because I am asking the One who has no limits. No request is too great for You. You are Ar-Razzaq, Ar-Raheem, As-Samee’.

On this day of arafah. I ask you, I ask you ya rabbi, with all my heart, with my soul, ya rabbi i ask for the possible and the impossible for you are the lord the creator of all the worlds.

Ya rabbi you are aware of what I am not. You are aware of my sorrows my wishes my happiness my pain that I hide from everyone. Ya rabbi. I ask you for the impossible for there is nothing in this world and hereafter that you cannot grant me. I ask you as a child unwilling to understand. I'll keep asking you. All the wounds no one sees. All the dreams no one knows. But you my lord.

Ya allah i ask i ask and I ask for I'm asking the one who has no limits, no requests are too big for you. You are the creator of everything you are the Raziq ya Raheem. You are samii ya rabbi. Hold my heart close to you. Caress my soul. For your servant is tired. Write my name in your shakireen ya rabbi sabr is too much for a sinner like me. Ya allah write my name in your shahideen your sadiqeen ya rabbi.