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nemralam · 2 months

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Translation:

What kind of desolation there this be

Home comes to mind the desert when I see

Mirza Beg Asadullah Khan (1797–1869) also known as Mirza Ghalib // Delhi, India

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themysticalbookletsworld · 21 days

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"Navigating Authority: The Fine Line of Balance."

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anotherrantinghoe · 1 month

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aarzoo rakhte ki tumhari aankhon me kabhi aansu na aaye,

humne naa jaane kab khudki aankhon me daryaa bana dala

tumhari wafa ki talaash karte karte,

humne apna saara sukoon luta daala

tumhare jism se tumhari rooh paane chale the,

humne toh tum par apna imaan gawa dala...

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maliksohailkhokhar · 11 months

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داغ دل ہم کو یاد آنے لگے

لوگ اپنے دیئے جلانے لگے

کچھ نہ پا کر بھی مطمئن ہیں ہم

عشق میں ہاتھ کیا خزانے لگے

یہی رستہ ہے اب یہی منزل

اب یہیں دل کسی بہانے لگے

خود فریبی سی خود فریبی ہے

پاس کے ڈھول بھی سہانے لگے

اب تو ہوتا ہے ہر قدم پہ گماں

ہم یہ کیسا قدم اٹھانے لگے

اس بدلتے ہوئے زمانے میں

تیرے قصے بھی کچھ پرانے لگے

رخ بدلنے لگا فسانے کا

لوگ محفل سے اٹھ کے جانے لگے

ایک پل میں وہاں سے ہم اٹھے

بیٹھنے میں جہاں زمانے لگے

اپنی قسمت سے ہے مفر کس کو

تیر پر اڑ کے بھی نشانے لگے

ہم تک آئے نہ آئے موسم گل

کچھ پرندے تو چہچہانے لگے

شام کا وقت ہو گیا باقیؔ

بستیوں سے شرار آنے لگے

باقی صدیقی

#دیدارِیار #قطب_شاہی

#beautiful #lovers #urdupoetry #beautiful+video #art #poetry #aesthetic #shayari #urdu ghazal #urduadab #urdushayari #اردو #اردو شاعری #اردو شعر #اردو ادب #urdu sher #urdu stuff #pain 💔

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disdadandon · 1 year

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“Palat kar bhi nahin dekhenge uski be rukhi mohsin,

Bhula denge usey aise ke woh bhi yaad rakhega”

-Mohsin Naqvi

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thepoetesss · 2 years

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I thought life would turn out to be easy in the end but it turns out to be even more disastrous with each passing day

Thepoetesss

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inertia-writes · 2 years

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" तुमसे नफरत में कहा हुआ

हर एक शब्द मुझे चुभता है

दूसरो का दिल दुखाते वक्त

खुद का दिल भी दुखता है "

-- inertia m.

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taneid · 3 months

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sab kheriyat miya?

Ji haan.

Tanhaai mein bechain si hoti hai raatein, kya yeh zindagi hai ya sirf dard-e-bezaat hai?

#ask #anon #answered #urdu #shayari #hindi #translation: nights are restless in solitude #is this life or endless pain?

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alecheema · 4 months

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درد تو روز کا تماشہ ھے

لیکن آ ج شدید ھے سائیں😔😔

#urdu shayari #true love #poetry #pakistan #this is painful

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deepalidp · 7 months

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#deepalidp #mojzamiracle #poetry #quoteoftheday #rahaterooh #dilkibaatein #pain #shayari

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adityajadhav28 · 1 year

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Khushi se khush rehena, Has kar dard sehena😁

#smiley face #pain #lifewithpain #smilewithpain #lifewithsmileypain #quotes #shayari #shayarcommunity #shayarana #quoteoftheday #night thoughts

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directdilse88 · 2 years

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#direct_dilse_88 #love #shayari #hindishayari #lovehurts #pain #memories #teriyaadien #❤️ #💔 #💞 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cei1_H4PLmL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#direct_dilse_88 #love #shayari #hindishayari #lovehurts #pain #memories #teriyaadien #❤️#💔#💞

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themysticalbookletsworld · 15 days

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"Dooriyon aur nazdeekiyon ki khamoshi."

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creatingnikki · 3 months

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as a hopeless romantic and with the heart of a poet you may think that it's inevitable to get over it — this heartbreak, this pain. if someone mattered to you this much, if everything with them meant so much, then how can you go on living without them? but there's nothing commendable about yearning for a love years later that could never manifest into something healthy, long term, and mutual in your life. unrequited love? one sided love? the one that got away? an almost lover? yeah at someone you gotta have to stop romanticizing that. you don't want material for shayari. what you want is to eventually move on and meet someone else and have a fulfilling and meaningful life because that's what is commendable. that's what is beautiful and that's what is poetic. a life well lived. a life well loved. not being hung up on one person or the idea of that person. the way our brains are wired is that you cannot really keep drowning in the memory of someone for over a year. if you decide to move on and let go at some point and go out there and meet other people, you will find someone who will make your heart smile again and whose jokes you will find funny and who will make you want to risk getting hurt again. it's honestly inevitable. so don't let them lie to you. don't let them make you believe that you have to live, if you are a romantic, if you have truly loved, as someone who never moves on. that doesn't make your love for that person any grander. it only makes your life less meaningful and more miserable. sadness can become a habit especially when it's sadness in love, or rather sadness in the lack of love. you can fall in love with that kind of sadness. you can glorify it. you can get so attached to it that you'd rather keep it than attempt at happiness in love again. don't be that person. love and let go and love yet again. the poetry is in that.

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likemytearsinrain · 2 months

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Maa, a boy broke my heart. I percieved love to be transactional and I thought if I gave, I would get but he took and he took and he took even the love you'd gifted me. He left me with nothing, all my gold turned to rust under his touch and I withered. No one noticed. I never let them but I was screaming and drowning, wasting my life on a man that didn't know what my voice sounded like, that didn't know just how much effort I put in to be effortless. He didn't know the depths of my soul like you and my notebook do but I knew him and I'm sorry that I thought it was enough.

Maa, if i told you, I still hold him in high regard because I refuse to be like him: bitter with hatred and regret, would you blame me? I didn't know better. I never do. I took his hand thinking his love was like a poem I wrote but I forgot that my poetry is only run-on sentences jumbled together, arising from the finest of pains I've ever seen and nothing more. It isn't enough to console a broken heart, it isn't enough to console my broken heart that refuses to mend itself, that demands justice and his suffering.

Maa, I am sorry that I didn't treasure myself enough. You loved me all my life and even more than that and I took all the love you gave me and made myself believe that I wasn't worth it. I held onto a tight rope, my hands are still red. I'm sorry that I didn't leave when it got bad. I'm sorry that I stayed and tried to convince you that it was all fine.

You may forgive me but I'm afraid, maa, my God won't. I betrayed my faith for a man who sold me and now, I return chained by all these diaappointments and faithlessness. God is forgiving, I know but I have committed such a sin that I am ashamed to even ask for absolution because just a year ago, I was on my knees asking for him. This year, again, I shall go on my knees and beg for remission. The man I loved, who I thought would die in my absence, hasn't shed a single tear and the man I left my customs for has left me for his.

No's turned to yes and water to fire, I am ashes of the woman I once was. Yet I ask for forgiveness from God, you, and from dad. You wrote shayari too, didn't you, maa? You wrote them with the heart of a poet and now, I live in that heart and write about the hole in mine that came from the cigarette burn he left. I wrote something, maa. I wrote it for him but he won't read it and I won't let you.

""chalo ji, fir milte hai hum" // na hum rhe na mulaqaat // pehla pal kab aakhri ban gaya abtak maaloom nahi // ja, ki ek zindagi puri raigan tujhpe"

I am sorry. I wasted even more words on someone who wouldn't write to me. I ask for forgiveness when he should be asking for mine and I am scared that if I can't forgive him, you cannot forgive me either. If that is the case, then I declare it here: I forgive him. Forgive me? Please? // mehek @likemytearsinrain

#aesthetic #dead poets society #poetry #books & libraries #writing #dark academia #love quote #lovecore #lovers #nature

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nerdy-moonchild · 1 year

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Things that felt like a warm, warm hug this year :)

Watching my Didi getting her life together and moving to my city after 6 months of struggle

Reciting shayaris with Papa while we’re lying down together, with sunlight peeking through the windows and Gulzaar playing in the background

My closest friend’s family celebrating my first job ever with cake and confetti and what not

A forgotten old tune from my childhood coming back to me when I most needed it through the boy I think I'm falling in love with

Watching a junior I became friends with like 6 months ago believing I’m capable of something even when I didn’t and absolutely refusing to give up on me

Listening to Aaji’s loud, annoying voice on call while I was away from home after she couldn’t speak for days

My 12 year old tiny ass brother who I literally helped raise sat next to me quietly as I cried my heart out after a bad breakup. This kid had absolutely no idea what was going on, but he made me maggi and ngl for a while the world seemed bearable.

Starting a book at 12 AM thinking I’ll sleep off reading, and staying up till 5 to finish the book overwhelmed and crying and goddamn satisfied

Making the worst jokes known to humanity 4 hours before the end semester exams and laughing so hard I had literal chest pain

Laughing to death while making cringe ass reels with my sisters while our entire family roasts us horribly, well knowing that nothing could ever replace the warmth of friendship you find at home <3

#writeblr #desicore #writing #my writing #spilled thoughts #spilled writing

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