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[phirleaayadil]

[phirleaayadil]

mohalle wale kuch karte kyu nahi?

[phirleaayadil]

I hope you smile & move like wildflowers, I hope them curls get more curly, you experience a new wind, a new love, I wish you smile, and smile wild, I hope beautiful things happen to you, and when they do, I hope you realize you are worthy of every single one of them, because you are special, you are nature’s gift to us, you are thunderstorm, fierce & also soft. The way you breathe, to the texture of your skin, the smell of your lips, everything, every atom of my existence, you will be missed.

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The Door is Open

The dust has settled here like old songs.

The sink is a tired brass thali, stained with turmeric and time.

The stove, an old courtesan, draped in last night’s “Dal Fry”

On the chair, The rebellious dry clothes— have refused fold themselves, awaiting for the ones still in Machine.

Creeped into a random corner — Ash, Smoke & Buds, This bathroom needs a shower himself

Some Comfortable silences flickers in the dark— Maybe The bijli bill is not paid,

I know, I know—this house is a mess,

I promise, I promise— I will clean it all,

But for now,

The door is open,

Come on in,

my Love.

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the club is alive with the sound of guttural moaning

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90% of the desi marriages are intact because the wife doesnt have anywhere to go

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sometimes I am sick with it like..... the, i wish i knew you as a kid , I wish we could have run in the field together and sat in the dirt and i wish i could've heard you sing at the top of your lungs and maybe we would've ridden bikes together... it's the, i love you so much it's spilling over so im loving you in the past present and future ohhh i wish i knew you when we were kids

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"For us the tunnel is so dark that you cannot even see the light at the end. In a different situation I would like to give up my poetry about Palestine. I can't keep writing about loss and occupation forever. I feel it deprives me of my freedom as a poet. Am I obliged to express my love for my country every day? You have to live for love, for freedom.

The subject of occupation itself becomes a burden. I want, both as a poet and as a human being, to free myself from Palestine. But I can't. When my country is liberated, so shall I be. When that happens, all Palestinian artists can go off and write about love and hope and all the other things in the world. But until that time, our duty is clear. We have no choice."

- Mahmud Darwish

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Yeh thek hai ki Gardish E Halath ke sabab

Dil bhe mera tabah hai, Himmat bhe passt hai

Tum sochti bohot ho, Toh yeh bhe sochna

Mere Shikast asl main kiske Shikast hai?

Jaun Elia

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ek gali thi jab us se hum nikle

aise nikle ke jaise dumm nikle

aag dil-sheher mein lagi jis din

sabse aakhir mein vahan se hum nikle

jaun elia

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Dear Husnebeparvah, please refrain from stealing my work.

I’ve written those lines, you are supposed to tag me, and mention that.

that’s the least you can do.

Mere diye hue phoolo ko, kitaab se nikalne waley,

Tujhe yeh bagicha veeran karke kya milega !

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The ache of life has filled the wounds of separation. You also got sleep, I also found patience.

—Nasir kazmi

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In Urdu, we call tomorrow and yesterday both as “Kal”

maybe that’s why…

tumhare har “kal” ke waade pe eitbar karte hai.

Farishta