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𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚊 | 𝟸𝟽 | 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 | 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚘 | 𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒 | 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚖 | 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚛

𝚋𝚒𝚘 + 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜

𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 l - 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 ll

𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐

𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐

na chaand na sooraj sirf ek sitaara jo chamakte chamakte toot gaya na aasmaan na zameen buss ek khoya wa parinda jo hawa ke jhatke khate khate gumm gaya na aag na paani kainaat ka ghumshuda bikhari jo rote rote guzarr gaya na khuda na shaitaan sirf ek miskeen insaan jo jannat aur jahannam ka farq bhool gaya na maut na zindagi buss inn saanson ki khuthkhushi jiss ke sadma aur gham se waqt rukk gaya

نہ چاند نہ سورج صرف ایک ستارہ جو چمکتے چمکتے ٹوٹ گیا نہ آسمان نہ زمین بس ایک کھویا ہوا پرندہ جو ہوا کے جھٹکے کھاتے کھاتے گم گیا نہ آگ نہ پانی کائنات کا غم شدہ بھکاری جو روتے روتے گزر گیا نہ خدا نہ شیطان صرف ایک مسکین انسان جو جنت اور جہنم کا فرق بھول گیا نہ موت نہ زندگی بس ان سانسوں کی خودکشی جسکے صدمے اور غم سے وقت رک گیا

I am neither the moon Nor am I the sun Only a single star Which, while shining brightly Broke apart

I am neither the sky Nor am I the earth Only a lost bird Which, enduring the force of the wind Vanished

I am neither fire Nor am I water Only a lost beggar of the universe Who, while mourning Passed away

I am neither God Nor am I the Devil Only a simple human Who neglected the contrast Between heaven and hell

I am neither death Nor am I life Only the dying breaths of a martyr Which, because of my hurt and ache Made time stand still

hira•حرا

I survived the man I was in love with saying we were just friends

I survived the man who broke my heart saying we can still be friends

I survived the before and the after of nearly being the girlfriend

Almost chosen doesn't mean I was chosen in the end

I survived being the person nobody put first

I survived men ruining the woman in me at their worst

I survived the lovers whose self-hate I sacrificed myself to nurse

Always being the one to love but never being loved left scars of an unknown folklore's curse

I survived always being hidden but never being found

I survived having many things to say but never saying them out loud

I survived being looked at but never being seen in any crowd

Just because I wanted more didn't mean more needs were allowed

I survived leaving and always being left

I survived erratic palpitations and grieving wars escaping from my chest

I survived on torn veils and garments as the world threw me out undressed

Under the guise of protection, ill-intentions were concealed as doing what was best

I survived rebellion but never truly being free

I survived my father leaving and my mother swearing she hated me

I survived predicaments you couldn't fathom in your worst nightmares or daydreams

I was left with no choice so I had to choose me