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embersariya · 6 months
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when they say "i miss you" but robi thakur said “নিত্য তোমায় চিত্ত ভরিয়া স্মরণ করি, বিশ্ববিহীন বিজনে বসিয়া বরণ করি তুমি আছ মোর জীবন মরণ হরণ করি।”
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हसरत-ए-दीदार
जब कोई सुकून ना दे सका
तब काग़ज़ों पर लिखे शक्स ने अपने बाहों में समेट लिया
जब जिंदगी की पहेली बोलते हुए लफ्स फिसले
तब काग़ज़ों पर लिखे हर्फ ने लहजा सिखाया
आसमान था अंधेरे से भरा
तब चाँदनी इनायत बन कर बरसी
सितारे थे वहाँ
जिन्होंने अपने नूर से हम में जीने की उम्मीद भर दी
उनसे मिलने की आस लगा बैठें है
जिन्हें जानते भी नहीं
जानते तोह इतना है की एक होश-रुबा हैं
जिनसे ये कायनात हमें मिलाना चाहती हैं
मगर तब तक, हसरत-ए-दीदार के आलम में, वो काग़ज़ों पर लिखे ये लोग ही काफी हैं,
ये चाँदनी ही काफी हैं...
आखिर ज़रा सी जुस्तुजू की ही तो बात हैं।
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@humapkehaikaun thanks for the suggestion! 🥰
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aurkitnarulaoge · 2 months
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Gulab ka fool laake de aisa temporary attraction nhi
Dhaniya mirchi laane waala asli pyaar chahiye
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desi-daydream · 2 months
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27 and (still) single
so I finish reading namaaz with my mom. and I go and change into comfier pjs. I put some bio oil on my face. I grab my notebook from the bottom drawer of my side dresser and my markers. I come downstairs. I put the kettle on to boil some water for my tea. I am wearing my comfiest red sweater. My hair pulled back into a loose messy low bun as always. I sit on the couch in the family room. I start writing a new page in my notebook. I start each page with the date and time. So today, March 17, 2024; 10:42pm. My water has finished boiling. I go to the kitchen and grab a tea cup, the one with the little yellow flowers on it. I get a tea bag from the tea drawer I organized weeks ago, but it’s already messy again. I put the tea bag in the cup and pour my water. I set the tea to steep. I go back to my seat in the family room. And continue writing as my tea begins to steep. I write Dear Allah, . And I start writing down my thoughts. I ask, I plan, I wonder, I write, I think, I worry, and I get a lump in my throat. So today, I am 27 and (still) single. I might be single for a very very long time or a very very short time after this passage of writing. Only Allah knows. And I have to be okay with that.
🤞on the very very short time
Ps. If you see this, please make dua for me. For the girl in the red sweater, drinking tea sitting in her family room writing letters to Allah.
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saanjh16 · 1 month
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Bayan karne baitha tha wo
ek roz apni zindagi ko
Kuch kisse mohobaat k
Kuch usne smjhaya apni dillagi ko
Jb ankhein churayi usne
Chupane unki nami ko
Mai smjha tb jake ki
Wo bhi tarsta hai kisiko
Bhot si baatein tali usne
Aur tala phir apni hasi ko
Usne chupana chaha jo bhi
dikha bhi sirf mujhi ko
Kuch kisse sune kuch suna
Maine uski khamoshi ko
Wo sham baaton me guzri
Phir wo nikla apni gali ko
Gale lagaya bhi usne
Jaise kisi ajnabi ko
Mujhme bhi jaise wo
Khoj raha ho khudhi ko
Phir din guzre phir saal
Dikha to nahi kabhi wo
Haan barbaad zarur kargaya
Wo meri is bandagi ko
Zindagi jitni mili mujhe
Mai rota raha ushi ko
Par jo roya na ho ishq me
Wo kya hi smjha aashiqi ko
Bs ushi me jaise meri
Zindagi guzar chuki ho
Shyd Kalki hi baat hai waise
Shyd Yahi tha abhi wo
Ya shyd ek zamana hua
Shyd wo reh gaya kahi to
Sb guzar gaya intezar me
Ab shame bhi nahi rahi wo
Wo puchta gaya tha mujhse
Kya hai zindagi to
Maine kehdiya "tum"
Bs kurban hua mai wahi toh....
_Saanjh ♡
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nerdywritess · 6 months
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KHOYA HUA BACHPAN
Ye garmi ka mausam
Gole ki chuski
Aam ka ras aur do rupay ki pepsi
Inhi se toh bana tha bachpan humara
Bhai beheno ki shararate , voh mithi si takraare
Kabhi shaitani karke daat khaana ,
Toh kabhi saathme ice cream ke maze Lena
Ab toh sochte hai ki kitni jaldi beet gaya voh suhana waqt
Ab toh har pal me khojte hai bachpan humara
-Katnip
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poetry-shayari-kavita · 2 months
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..-. .-. .. . -. -.. ... .... .. .--. | friendship | dosti
she loves me like it’s nothing
like it costs her nothing at all
as if i’m not the ruined creature i see reflected in her eyes when she looks my way.
she has seen me snarling, clawing and scratching as i struggle for air.
still she leans in as i rest my head on her shoulder
as if she doesn’t see the blood from my cannibalised lips dripping from my canines.
she hugs me as if she sees a teddy bear when she sees me rather than the thing i know myself to be.
she knows. how?
he texts me that he misses me.
i’m a terrible friend.
my voice is hoarse when i speak.
his words create paintings, mine don’t make a mark.
my silence is more notable than my presence.
he still misses me. how?
in the first few days i knew him he told me he loves me.
love?
he said he saw something beautiful. something handsome. someone worthy.
i could only see fractals in the water, the broken image reflected back to me. something shattered stared into my eyes.
a puzzle with pieces askew.
he saw something within me. how?
she gave me my first nickname.
one only she could use.
something to be called by, someone to belong to.
i felt reborn.
she created somebody. a person i could not forge. how?
in a chorus, i hear their screams as they shout their love.
my hands cover my ears
i cannot hear them over my own.
date of publication: saturday 23rd march 2024. original poem by dmitri. each stanza is dedicated to a different friend - stanza 1: KC, stanza 2: apollo, stanza 3: andry, stanza 4: A
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kagazaurlafz · 10 months
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How can't I have a crush on you? How can I resist it? If I tell you the number of times I have checked your pics just so that i drown in your eyes, if i tell you the number of times I have smiled over your replies, if I tell you the number of times I have craved to see again and again over the Face time, you will not believe me.
How should I tell you about the gulp I take after imagining you, being with me. Imagining fake scenarios, laughing at the most annoying joke of yours so that I can see you, smiling.
Sometimes I just think, what if I was privileged to really express down every bit of my feelings to you, till it's core. I think about your reaction, will you hug me and make me feel like the two different galaxies just collided against each other and now are one, or like the atom of feelings i held inside me just exploded leaving out a new universe of feelings, where every galaxies, every star, planet, comets, astroid and matter are just made up of one thing, "You".
But what if the reaction will not be as I expected? Where our hug will never take place, no two different galaxies will collided over each other. Where the atom the feelings I have inside me will explode but instead of forming new universe, it will consume me.
~Pratham Garodia || 26th July 2023
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kali-kali-zulfein · 10 days
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dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai?
"साथ मे तो आज भी नही है तू
फिर भी दिल तुझे खोने से डरता है
पास रहे के भी साथ नही
फिर भी दिल यूं बिलखता है।"
मैंने मुस्कुराया और कहा,
"साथ अब भी खड़ा हूं तेरे,
पास में तो अब भी हूं तेरे।
शिखवा क्या है इस दिल को,
जो आज भी खफा रहता है मुझसे।
तेरे नज़दीक रहने को जी करता है,
तेरे शिकायते सुनने का जी करता है।
होश खो बैठा हूं यहां मैं,
जो तुझे मुझसे बिछड़ने से डर लगता है।"
🍁🍂
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feelingsyouwontget · 12 days
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Khushnuma yaadei'n.
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ishq4jhumkas · 3 months
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Glory to Earth’s first satellite 
Riding a chariot pulled by white horses 
Adorned by trinkets of white stars, as if to taunt me
The moon which glows so brightly in the sky, 
Can only point to the fact that some of us were born in the shape of a waning gibbous 
Neither in the dark or in the light
I, born of a pale and mountainous culture, with a sharp jawline and wit that can only lead to balmy rice fields and palm trees, 
Can only find solace in the moon that encompasses every sky and every shade 
The all-accepting moon is the only one I can sing to
Because the moon, too, is forgotten in the lighter part of the world and sticks out like a sore thumb in the darker
The moon is also glittering, its music moving the tides and captivating poets for centuries 
Yes, the waning gibbous showed its colors on the day I was born
But isn’t the new, waning gibbous, and full moon all the same object?
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nipsyyy · 6 months
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I asked my mother, “how many times can the same thing break my heart?” she said “as long as you love it” and nothing hit me harder than that.
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Sooo I wrote a poem using urdu vocabulary but I'm not sure 🥲
Should I post it? 😔
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teddys-draft · 2 months
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A love language ✨
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desi-daydream · 2 months
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how about we ✨
learn to knit. paint a wall in our room a soft grey blue colour. open the blinds and let the sunshine in. open the windows and let spring in. film a haul of all the things you’ve bought since last fall. put a chandelier up in our room. find a lipstick that suits you. take a shower. change into different pajamas. read namaaz. set the table for iftaar. empty out any extra clutter from our closet. mop and vacuum our bathroom floor. place an order for workout clothes we can use this summer. respond to some emails if needed. change our sheets from the winter themed ones to plain soft grey ones. brush our hair. make dua for everything.
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forourpoets · 1 month
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@forourpoets
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