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"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

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“O Allah, You are the King. There is no God but You. You are my Lord and I am Your servant. I have wronged myself and acknowledged my sins, so forgive all of my sins. Verily, none forgives sins but You. Guide me to the best of character, for none guides to it but You.”
دیکھیے کس حسن سے
dekhiye kis husn se
پوشیدہ غم کا راز ہے
posheeda gham ka raaz hai.
تیر میرے دل میں ہے
teer mere dil mein hai
پردے میں تیر انداز ہے۔
parday mein teer-andaaz hai.
Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″
Aaj mehfil mein tere zikr pey dharka bhi nahi
Dil, jo kambakht tere naam pey mar mit’ta tha!
Arsalan Abbas

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But who can remember pain once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh.
Rowan Riley & Lisa F. Savard. @futuredays-rpg
Kavya Dixit
Why are you full of rage?
Because you are full of grief.

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“The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : “Here is your home country.””
— Nizar Qabbani (via kuttymolle)
Alice Walker, "Coming Back from Seeing Your People." Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth
Zindagi se yehi gila hai mujhay This is my complaint about life
Tu bohat dair se mila hai mujhey I spent so much of it without meeting you
Tu muhabbat se koi chaal to chal To talk about love and to wish for love
Haar jane ka hosla hai mujhay And just how courageous am I, Don’t be afraid to get lost
Hum'safar chahiye hujoom nahi I want a companion not a crowd
Aik musafir bhi qafila hai mujhay A co traveler is like a caravan for me
Dil dharakta nahi sulagta hai The heart beats no more but burns
Woh jo khawahish thi aabla hai mujhay The desire in it has turned into a blister
Lab kusha huun tu iss yaqeen kay saath I speak out in full confidence that
Qatal honay ka hausla hai mujhay I have the courage of facing death
Kaun janay ke chahto'n may Faraz Who knows in these yearnings oh ‘Faraz’
Kya ganwaya hai kya mila hai mujhay What has been lost and what has been gained?
- Ahmed Faraz
Ae dil hai mushkil…. by Karan Johar
yaadgaaruna
obo pashantey dee.
zra me khugegi na,
swazi.
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memories
are like water.
my heart doesn’t ache,
it burns.

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I feel too much.
My heart is always brimming just like my eyes and I ache. I ache to be adored and admired and loved deeply. Because god knows I love too deeply. How do you exist when you’re always just a stepping stone for others on their path to their great love? When will I be the destination? When will someone yearn for me? I am never even a memory in someone’s mind. I’m some pale ghost that haunts my own bedroom, still loving all those that I’ve ever loved, and yet I am so loveless myself.