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In art his love cannot die

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LOVE IS A REPETITION

Pride and Prejudice (2005) // A Huguenot on St Bartholomew’s Day (Millais) // Pink In The Night (Mitski) // The Love Song (Watteau) // Natural Magic (Brickdale) // Letters to Vera (Nabokov) // The Kiss (Klimt) // This is How You Lose The Time War (El-Mohtar and Gladstone)

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musings on writing

Heaven Is Not Verbose: A Notebook by Vera Pavlova (tr. Steven Seymour), Letters Home by Sylvia Plath, MaddAddam by Margaret Atwood, A Breath of Life by Clarice Lispector, Isak Dinesen quoted by Raymond Carver, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Max Brod by Franz Kafka, Conversations with Kafka by Gustav Janouch, The Story of the Lost Child by Elena Ferrante, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

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Apni-apni chahate hain log ab jo bhi kahe

ik pari-paikar ko ik ashufta-sar achchha laga.

-Ahmed Faraz

Pari-paikar=fairy-like appearance

Ashufta-sar=afflicted/wild

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I think a lot of what people have missed about the Jordan protests right now is that there are many Palestinians in Jordan (Jordan is home to the largest Palestinian refugee population in the world) - a lot of the protesters you’re seeing out on the streets aren’t just Jordanian but Palestinian refugees watching what has been happening in their original homeland and to their families.

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In my dreams I come home to you and you come home to me and for a split second every hardship I ever endured has meaning.

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ہر گھڑی آسماں کو تکتا ہوں

جیسے کچھ آسماں نے چھین لیا

― ناصر کاظمی

Har ghari asmaan ko takta hun

I stare at the sky all the time

Jese kuch asmaan ne cheen lia

Like it has stolen something of mine

-Nasir Kazmi

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“آہ پھر نغمہ بنا چاہتی ہے My sighs yearn of becoming a song Aah Phir Naghma Banna Chahti Hai خامشی طرزِ ادا چاہتی ہے My silence longs for an expression Khamoshi Tarz-e Adaa Chahti Hai”

— Nasir Kazmi

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“مہک اٹھی پھر دل کی کتاب… یاد آئے یہ کب کے پھول Once again the heart's book is fragrant Reminiscing on olden flowers Mehk Uthi Phir Dil Ki Kitab Yaad Aaye Yeh Kab Ke Phool”

— Nasir Kazmi

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When Faraz wrote:

ab tere zikr pe ham baat badal dete hain kitni raghbat thi tere naam se pehle pehle

When Abdul Hameed Adam wrote:

pehle bari raghbat thi tere naam se mujhko ab sun ke tera naam main kuch soch raha hun

When Amjad Islam Amjad wrote:

kis qadar yaden ubhar ayi hain tere naam se ek pathar phenkne se par gaye kitne bhanvar

When Nasir Kazmi wrote:

hoti hai tere naam se wehshat kabhi kabhi barham hui hai yun bhi tabiat kabhi kabhi

And when Shakeel Badayouni wrote:

Ay muhabat tere anjam pe rona aya jane kiu aj tere naam pe rona aya

We all thought of a person we don't have feelings for anymore.

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Sadness is sleeping on the walls of our houses with her hair opened. (Nasir kazmi)

Love brings the message of sadness day and night. But we are very much in the habit of being happy. (Zafar iqbal)

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کل جو تھا وہ آج نہیں جو آج ہے کل مٹ جائے گا

روکھی سوکھی جو مل جائے شکر کرو تو بہتر ہے

Kal jo tha wo aaj nahi, jo aaj hai wo kal mit jayega Rookhi sookhi jo mil jaye shukhr kro to behtar hai

—Nasir Kazmi

Whatever had yesterday isn't what today has, whatever has today will be gone tomorrow

Being grateful for whatever you have as of now would be better

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[translation : the world will not forget it for centuries / the tragedy that befell here yesterday]

- Nasir Kazmi

Sher (couplet) by Nasir Kazmi // Supernatural 5x22 Swan Song

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نہ ملا کر اداس لوگوں سے

حُسن تیرا بکھر نہ جائے کہیں

Naa mila kar Udaas logon se

Husn tera bikhar na jaye kahen

(Nasir Kazmi)

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niyyat-e-shauq bhar na jaa.e kahīñ

tū bhī dil se utar na jaa.e kahīñ

aaj dekhā hai tujh ko der ke ba.ad

aaj kā din guzar na jaa.e kahīñ

na milā kar udaas logoñ se

husn terā bikhar na jaa.e kahīñ

aarzū hai ki tū yahāñ aa.e

aur phir umr bhar na jaa.e kahīñ

jī jalātā huuñ aur sochtā huuñ

rā.egāñ ye hunar na jaa.e kahīñ

aao kuchh der ro hī leñ 'nāsir'

phir ye dariyā utar na jaa.e kahīñ

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The cause of the heart’s violent throbbing dawns upon me

It was your bestirred memory, I now remember vividly!

-Nasir Kazmi