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g0j0s · 3 months

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orange peel theory this pomegranate peel theory that. but have you thought about badaam peel theory? when they soak the almonds overnight and peel them in the morning for you. now that right there is love at its peak.

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oyeevarnika · 8 months

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रास्ते खूबसूरत है तुम्हारे साथ

मंजिल की फिलहाल बात नही करते

~आयुष्मान खुराना × glimpse of love

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maihonhassan · 2 months

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Sahir Ludhianvi the man you're, the words you wrote always melt my heart:

kabhi khud pe kabhi haalat pe rona aaya, baat nikli to har ek baat pe rona aaya

hum to samjhe the ki hum bhul gae hain un ko, kya hua aaj ye kis baat pe rona aaya

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anouchan-jpg · 2 months

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ज़िंदगी तुम्हारे उसी गुण का इम्तिहान लेती है, जो तुम्हारे भीतर मौजूद हो।

मेरे अंदर इश्क़ था।

-अमृता प्रीतम

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premikaunderthemoon · 1 year

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Wtf is Netflix and chill let's listen to ghazals at 3 am in our own candle-lit balcony while writing poetry in Urdu

#all the feels #desiblr #desi tumblr #lyrics #desi dark academia #poetry #bollywood #south asian #dark acadamia aesthetic #desi humor #bollywood lyrics #desithing #indian poetry #urdu stuff

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inkliinng · 15 days

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"A rage for beauty". Exactly this.

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krystalkoldstone · 1 month

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DESIRE

What is desire?

It cannot be defined as the objectifying lust or materialistic wants. It is not ambition; for every ambition is a type of desire but not every desire is an ambition. And not all are fulfilled.

Desire can be seen in the eyes of the child washing a motorcycle that does not belong to his family when a school bus drives by.

Desire can be felt in the hearts of those who are always the poets but never the poems.

Desire can be heard in the prayers of civilians stuck in war zones, as their hearts yearn for freedom.

Desire can be represented by the old man in the old age home looking at a young couple with their child. It can be represented by a teenage girl seeking validation she never received from home in the outside world. Desire can be seen in the tears of the student who stayed up all night doing revision.

Desire can be seen in the love for learning that some possess, about something they want to know more about and understand, something they never stop exploring and something that intrigues them from within.

DESIRE. It makes us human, after all.

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sarositara · 15 days

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#indian poetry #indian dark academia #indian aesthetic #indian #tamilnadu #tamil #desi dark academia #desi academia #desi aesthetic #sea #beachlife #candid beach #love poem #longing #web weave #web weaving #south india #sarositara

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yoursarshiyan · 18 days

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Kuch shaam guzri hai unke bagair,

Lagta hai jaise ek arsa guzara ho unke bina.

Doondhna chaha hai maine unhe apne har kareebi shaks mein,

Magar gham hai, na hi vo, na hi koi unsa mila.

~ arshiyan

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zeh-e-aashiqui · 4 months

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rishta toot sakta hai, sambhaal loge na?

waqt kabhi milega nahi, nikaal loge na?

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solvaaya · 2 years

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The Poem You’ve Been Waiting For by Tarfia Faizullah. Text ID under cut.

[Text ID: You’re always driving so far from me towards the me I worry, without you, is eternity. I lay there,

awake, keeping watch while you snored. I waited, as I always seem to, for you

to wake up and come back to me.]

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g0j0s · 30 days

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turning 25 is so strange. i feel like i’ve lived so much yet everything seems to have just started. i remember being five and frolicking through my dada’s khet, climbing trees and playing lukka chuppi. my dadi would apply surma on my waterline & mehendi on my palms while humming folk tunes. 10 was even more fun as we moved away from my ancestral home into a bigger house of our own. i would spend my days watching senseless television with my sisters getting to know them even more closely. out on our terrace we wish upon shooting stars like kajol from some movie. i’m glad i didn’t know this then, that after 12 a girl is no longer a girl but an entity. as an incomplete being, she travels towards a different reality. but it’s not until a decade passes that she becomes whole and gains that kind of agency. by 15 things had changed drastically. the world became very bleak and constantly changing. my girlhood was slipping from my fingers and everyone was teaching me to be more careful. a rage had started to brew in the pit of my stomach. with that kind of fury, i could’ve burnt villages and cities. 20 was tormenting. i was almost a woman but still a girl. love and hatred claimed me equally as i swayed from one side to the other constantly. a lot of lessons and choices were thrown in my face until i dealt with them diligently. but 25 has arrived in all its glory. liberation permeates through every part of my being. finally, the colors have returned, bringing along an array of fragrances and melodies. i realize now that everything that happened was just to bring me to this moment. oh, how glad I am that it did!

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oyeevarnika · 8 months

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उजाले अपनी यादों के हमारे साथ रहने दो

न जाने किस गली में ज़िंदगी की शाम हो जाए

~ बशीर बद्र

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maihonhassan · 1 month

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Why is it always; “i am sorry” and not “tum naraz lagti ho koi tarkeeb batao manane ki, hum apni jaan girvi rakh deingey, tum qeemat batao muskurane ki.”

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bones-ivy-breath · 2 years

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the first time by Rupi Kaur, from milk and honey

#quote #typography #rupi kaur #milk and honey #the first time #aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #romantic academia #poetry #original post #love poetry #indian poetry #poets of color #love

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ramayantika · 1 year

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On my way to don a new body,

Yet something stops my path; an unknown feeling.

What is it?

Nostalgia of my old garment?

My previous form, such a wonderful companion, you had been.

You are lying on the ground. Serenity glazes over your face. There is peace all around.

Allow me to stare at you for the last time, my faithful companion.

So many memories, friends, family and foes,

A life of learning, love and also woes,

So many stories now to engrave themselves to dust,

For nothing lasts forever.

I do think about your foes. They are not mine. Yours.

Clouded by ego's veil, they were mine too, my foes and my woes.

A glance at your form reminds me of the end of my role,

I have to discard this costume away, also the story.

Foe or friend, all a part of the divine play on stage.

In the end, we are all actors of a great drama on a cosmic scale.

In wealth, riches, fame, jewels, and beauty, I have lived with you,

But the earth distinguishes none.

In all your riches and beauty, you are going to be one with the soil, your beauteous form fading.

Your tale would be a lovely bedtime story when I come back with a new body as a child.

I will show them dreams about you, hoping I learn from my deeds again,

Perhaps then, I shall merge with the Great Beloved, I belong to.

Shantih shantih shantih...

A heavenly voice speaks to me.

A flash of light blinds me and I am enveloped in blinding light,

I have to move on, act in a new story, don a new garb.

"Dearest, time again will bring you back to the one you seek the most. Until then, with faith and dedication, play the part reserved for you."

Shantih shantih shantih

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This poem was written in 2021 for my poetry collection, The Soul's Poetry. I had to keep the collection halfway after writing down the suitable lessons and visions I so needed then for the present and the future. There are still more that I have learnt in the last two years, experienced some and seen again some marvellous mystic dreams that other wise feel to be straight out of a fantasy book.

As a young girl in first grade too, I would sometimes out of the blue ask myself why am I born as a girl? Why am I here? Why am I alive and what am I to do and other countless questions. Probably that's why from a young age, I had begun reading many hindu texts and stories. My mother jokes sometimes that I will become a saadhvi but I don't have plans to take sanyas like I have my own worldly wishes and goals too.

But... There's also this weird longing I cannot explain. It has been there since I was a child. Sometimes I find many answers and may aspects to myself through dance. Dance is my meditation and a way to connect to the divine for me.

There is this restlessness that manifests itself from time to time. Maybe I am going to find the answers to my questions soon. I don't know if I make sense to anyone when sometimes I am confused with myself.

These three years, I have lived in almost complete isolation. Books, me and sometimes some phone calls with relatives and friends from school. Probably these feelings these questions intensified themselves a lot more and that's why I no longer can relate to people from my previous schools.

I shall write more about it some other time. Idk if I have ever written something like this before here but yeah tumblr is a place to write and talk stuff I would not do with anyone until I find someone with whom I could anyway my mind is brrrrrr so I will take leave

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