c4saturn

i wish you were the moon so whenever i’d look up i’d be seeing you instead.

saw a post i agreed with and realized it was mine

“Aaj sharab rehne do, aaj mohtarma khud aayi hain” bahi aur sharaab lao.

no one will ever fucking get it. no one. he’s turned me into a shayar and i listen to ghazals in hopes it’ll relate to him because every piece that i find beautiful i want it to relate to him.

tu khud soch teri ada kya hai jab wo dusri bi ek shayar ka ishq ban gayi

i feel so immensely jealous that air can go through his lungs and make way to his heart. why am i not air? shall i curse myself for not being able to be the air he breathes?

jo tune mujhe phool diye te woh tere qabr be bas rahay hai. humari ishq abhi tak tere jism main aur ghun rahi hai phoolo ki tara.

Eid ka chaand kya dekhna? Mere rashq-e-khamar tu mere saamne to hai

phucha kyu kay humay nahi dekho? jaan-e-man aghar aasman may chand nahi dekhte to aasman hai hi kyun?

may flowers continue to bloom at the bottom of your feet

uskay hotay pe mera kuch rehgaya

yearners don’t play a game to win, they play to purposely lose.

khuda main kon yaqeen nahi karsakta? aapko dekhar fareshtay zameen main aakhar sajday main gir jaatay hain, lekin phir be yaqeen nahi kartay aap?

if solemness is the punishment of love, then let me live in solitude for it means i get to be in love with you.