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دیکھوں جو آسمان سے اتنی بڑی زمین

Upon looking from sky i see the enormous Earth

اتی بڑی زمین پر چھوٹا سا اِک شہر

On the enormous Earth there's a small city

چھوٹے سے اِک شہر میں سڑکوں کا ایک جال

In a small city there's a web of roads

سڑکوں کے ایک جال میں ویران سی گلی

In a web of roads there's such a deserted street

ویراں گلی کے موڑ پے تنہا سا ایک شجر

On the corner of the deserted street there's a lonely tree

تنہا شجر کے ساۓ میں چھوٹا سا ایک مکاں

Under the lonely tree there's a house

چھوٹے سے ایک مکان میں کچّی زمین کا صحن

In the house there's a dirt yard

کچّی زمین کے صحن میں کِھلتا ہُوا گلاب

On the dirt yard there's a blooming rose

کھلتے ہوۓ گلاب میں مہکا ہُوا بدن

With the blooming rose; a body is scented

مہکے ہوۓ بدن میں سمندر سا ایک دل

In the rose-scented body there's a heart like an ocean

اُس دل کی وسعتوں میں کہیں کھو گیا ہوں میں

I'm lost somewhere in the vastness of that heart

یوں ہے کہ اِس زمین سے بڑا ہو گیا ہوں میں

Its like.. im bigger than the Earth

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One Hundred and Eighty Degrees

by Federico Moramarco

Have you considered the possibility that everything you believe is wrong, not merely off a bit, but totally wrong, nothing like things as they really are? If you’ve done this, you know how durably fragile those phantoms we hold in our heads are, those wisps of thought that people die and kill for, betray lovers for, give up lifelong friendships for. If you’ve not done this, you probably don’t understand this poem, or think it’s not even a poem, but a bit of opaque nonsense, occupying too much of your day’s time, so you probably should stop reading it here, now. But if you’ve arrived at this line, maybe, just maybe, you’re open to that possibility, the possibility of being absolutely completely wrong, about everything that matters. How different the world seems then: everyone who was your enemy is your friend, everything you hated, you now love, and everything you love slips through your fingers like sand.

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We went too far in thinking

and forgot that destinies are written.

- Mahmoud Darwish

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Take me back to where I was

Before I met you, and then leave

- Mahmoud Darwish

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"The strange thing is that you are still waiting, despite all this disappointment on your face"

- Mahmoud Darwish

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ﮐﯿﻤﯿﺎ ﮔﺮ!!....

ﭘﺮﮐﮫ ﺗﻮ ﺳﮩﯽ....

ﺍﻭﺭ ﭘﺮﮐﮫ ﮐﺮ ﮨﻤﯿﮟ ﺑﺘﺎ

کہ ہماری آنکھوں میں۔۔۔

وہ کوﻥ ﺳﯽ ﺩﮬﺎﺕ ﮐﮯ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﮨﯿﮟ...؟؟

ﺟﻮ ﭘﮕﮭﻠﺘﮯ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ

ﺍﻭﺭ ﺑﮑﮭﺮﺗﮯ بھی نہیں ….

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“What happens to our happiness when we’re sad?”

“It hides somewhere in a corner, impatiently waiting to be found again.”

“What if we never find it again, despite searching relentlessly?”

“What does one do, in a game of hide-and-seek, when not found? If the game is still on.”

“They show themselves.”

“Exactly.”

“So, you suppose that happiness will just show itself, if it’s not found?"

“If the game is still on.”

Scene from The Unvanquished (1956) dir. Satyajit Ray

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tum ne dekha hi nhi khwaab ka marna logo tum ko maaloom nhi zabt ki qeemat kia hai

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“Peace be upon those who laugh with years of crying in their hearts, those who chose to live even though life hasn’t agreed with them yet.“