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o-sahiba · 8 months
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Ek kahaani sunane aaye the hum iss mehfil main,
Tumne jo nazar mila kr humien dekh liya,
Ab ek kahaani bann kar jaa rhe hain iss mehfil se....
-Sahiba
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wela-einstein · 4 months
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tum haqeqat nahi ho hasrat ho
jo miley khuwab mein wo doulat ho
mein tumharay hi dam se zinda hun
mar hi jaon jo tumse fursat ho
tum ho khushbo k khuwab ki khushboo
aur utni hi be-murawwat ho
tum ho pehlu mein, per qarar nahii
yani aisa hai jaise furqat ho
tum ho angrai rang o nik'hat ki
kaise angrai se shikayat ho
kiss tarah chor dun tumhein jana
tum meri zindagii ki adat ho
kis liye dekhti ho ayena
tum to khud se bhi khobsurat ho
dastaa'n khatam honay wali hai
tum meri aakhri muhabbat ho
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aur-sunao · 7 months
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shayriara · 1 year
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#woman's day
औरत एक जहाँ, एक जरूरत, एक ज़मीर है
इसके बिना कृष्णा हर पुरुष हर क्षण फ़क़ीर है..
Orat ek jahaan ek jrurat ek zameer hai
Iske bina Krishna hr purush hr kshan faqeer hai..
-Krishna sharma (कृष्णा शर्मा )
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Happy international woman's day 2023
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nemralam · 1 year
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صرف یہ خیال آتا ہے جس کی خاطر تم نے اتنا دکھ سہا ہے اسے ہم سے بہتر شے ہونا چاہیے تھا
The only thing that comes to mind is that what you have suffered so much for should have been something better than us
Faiz Ahmad Faiz // ایّامِ اسیری کے خطوط
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iamusn · 11 months
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انسان کی پہلی ترجیح عزت ہونی چاہیے۔ رشتہ چاہے کوئی بھی ہو۔ محبت یکطرفہ چیز ہو سکتی ہے مگر عزت یکطرفہ کبھی نہیں ہو سکتی۔
The first priority of a human being should be respect. Regardless of the relationship, love can be one-sided, but respect can never be one-sided.
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lazzydaisyy · 1 year
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Teri ankhon mein basta hai mera jahan <3
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blackspace53 · 1 year
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vo sardiyon ki dhoop ki tarah ghuroob ho gaya,
lipat rahi hai yaad jism se lihaaf ki tarah
~Musavvir Sabzwari
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tetrisfinished · 4 months
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cravings
i recently learned that the urdu word for "crave" or "craving" can be translated to "talab" (unless i am mistranslating - in which case, really too bad, i love this word under this context) and i think it's such an elegant word.
such an elegant word that's soft on the tongue; talab (not pronounced the way it would be phonetically in english, but with a "soft" t? is that a thing?). but with such a big definition.
mujhe sakoon ke lamhon ki talab hai.
mujhe khamoshi ki talab hai.
i don't know why, maybe it's age, but i've become the person that has started to look forward to quiet moments on my own.
quiet moments to do nothing at all. which isn't new if i'm talking historically, but the difference is, now i want my "peace" even over the things i generally enjoy. like spending time with family or friends.
like as an example - i'm sick at the moment. and of course mama is worried sick about me since i'm also solo parenting and i have to go into the office every week. so she keeps saying she'll come over.
but since pre-new years, the long weekend holiday time was quite full of activity. and then when i got home i got sick, of course. and now its the weekend and i'm still sick (but on the mend, hopefully, finally got some medicine) and esa is home. which, don't get me wrong, i love that. esa is growing independent day by day and it's so good to be home with him just enjoying our space together.
my little baby is not a little baby anymore and....well i mean i could go on this tangent for the rest of my life. but let's focus.
so anyway, i'm on the mend and my cleaning lady is coming on monday and she'll do a deep clean. and that means, i will get to enjoy a clean home. a deep cleaned home. with esa at daycare. and sure, i'll be working on monday, but STILL. i will get to enjoy some peace in my clean home. and while i love it when my mother comes, and she does SO MUCH for me....my talab for that moment of sitting silently in my clean home...taking a shower and feeling refreshed was so great....i pushed really hard on the whole "i'm fine" bit, to hopefully ensure my mom didn't end up coming.
which i think she sensed. and i think she was upset about (rightfully so, i think my own heart might break too).
but this talab for quiet. for clean. for peace is SO GREAT in me that i risked hurting my mother's feelings.
and frankly, probably did it.
so i am asking why. kyun mujhe itna ziyada sakoon ka aur safayi ka talab hai.
jab ke esa ke saath time guzaar ke, mama ke saath time guzaar ke, family aur doston ke saath time guzaar ke bhi mujhe bohat khushi milti hai. aur main un waqton ke liye bhi shadeed shukar guzar hoon.
lekin apne ghar mein sakoon se chup chaap baith ker ek ajeeb sa gratitude dil mein baith jaata hai. ek aisa ehsaas - woh asal cheese jiski mujhe talab hai. shayad sakoon nahin, chup chaap nahin, sirf woh ehsaas jisme main....sakoon mein hoon.
that moment of complete bliss and happiness and contentness in my life. that moment of complete satisfaction.
in a clean and quiet home, when i have showered, food is prepared, beds are made....i want for nothing.
i wish i could freeze that moment. it's the moment in which i...i'm not sure what it is. i think it's the moment i can feel God. truly. the moment in which i can feel his immense presence and i can feel the immense gratitude for all that i have been given. especially in light of what is happening in the world during this time.
it is the moment in which i don't want to move for fear of shifting the balance and the same moment in which i recognize just how fragile this balance might even be.
it is the moment of true and pure happiness for me. is that wild? crazy? psychotic? normal?
i don't know.
all i know is that it IS. and i crave it. i have talab for it. my body looks for those nooks and crannies of quiet and peace. my brain revels in the feeling. and i haven't ever experienced it long enough to experience boredom in it YET (but you never honestly know, the heart is a fickle thing) so my craving for it only grows.
so there you have it.
that's all i've got for tonight.
much love,
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deep-feelings-blog · 3 months
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In English, we say: " Overthinking "
But in poetry, we say: " The storms in my head ruined the garden that my soul holds"
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what-iz-life · 1 year
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One day you will look back and realize that your timing was perfect, and why things had to happen the way they did. To protect you, to guide you and to redirect you to where you were always meant to be. Trust the process of your evolution and growth - it's all divine timing.
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o-sahiba · 9 months
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"Wo itni door rehne wala shaqs,
Takraya bhi toh seedha dil se"
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wela-einstein · 5 months
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zakham pe zakham sahay phr bhi dharakta jaye
dil e darwesh tu kis deis ka bashinda hai
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blogbyher · 5 months
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In English we call them Dark Circles but in urdu
Adhurey khwabo ka qabristan hai ye,
yahan qisse chhupe hai daur-e-hayat ke!
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shayriara · 1 year
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#Talab
तलब ना कर इश्क़-ऐ-व्यापार बहुत महंगा है
ऐ दिल-ऐ-नादान ये बाज़ार बहुत महंगा है...
Talab na kr ishq-e-vyaapaar bahut mahnga hai
E dil-e-naadaan ye baazaar bahut mahnga hai...
-Krishna sharma (कृष्णा शर्मा)
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nemralam · 2 years
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ساری دنیا کے رنج و غم دے کر
مسکرانے کی بات کرتے ہو
آشیانے کی بات کرتے ہو
دل جلانے کی بات کرتے ہو
after giving me a world of pain
smiling then you ask me to remain
speak about housing
speak about burning your heart
Song by Farida Khanum || Aashiyane ki baat karte ho by Javed Qurashi || Book : Junoon(Pg. 127) Author : Naseem Muqri Publication : Naseem Muqri (1990) Edition : 1990
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