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[professorpoet]

𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟹𝟶, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: August 30. Where am I to find salvation? END ID]

[professorpoet]

Draw your heart in my hand with your fingers,

write your intentions on my chest with your lip

Either give me some reasons to love your scars

or gimme some wounds and tears to weep

Stab in my wound with the broken piece of my bone,

My veins are hollow and cells are crying since the day you've gone

Don't taste my blood, it's venomous like hell,

Kiss my phrases written on pages, left blank for ages,

it's heaven colored like hell

Your blood smells like daffodil, your eyes, like a jail,

Gimme your tongue,your teeth,your taste,

to lick you,to crush you,to suck you, naah, eat you,

otherwise I'd fail

Agony, you're my love, show me your weapon, your passion your aggression your lunacy your pain,

Eat me alive, no mercy no shy, my mind to heart, my liver to lungs, so i can't drink and love you again

If you sell the poison of your lip, I'd donate my all blood and sell my body to buy, like issa elixir for my soul

If you ever get pricked by a thorn, I'd pill off my skin and make a shoe for your feet, like you're a demigod for this fool

Music of your wristlet and tinkling of your anklet resembles scream of my pain

Even if you tear the bone out of my psyche, my carcass will bless you again and again.

- 22nd year of Life

(Anonymous Bohemia)

[professorpoet]

Draw your heart in my hand with your fingers,

write your intentions on my chest with your lip

Either give me some reasons to love your scars

or gimme some wounds and tears to weep

Stab in my wound with the broken piece of my bone,

My veins are hollow and cells are crying since the day you've gone

Don't taste my blood, it's venomous like hell,

Kiss my phrases written on pages, left blank for ages,

it's heaven colored like hell

Your blood smells like daffodil, your eyes, like a jail,

Gimme your tongue,your teeth,your taste,

to lick you,to crush you,to suck you, naah, eat you,

otherwise I'd fail

Agony, you're my love, show me your weapon, your passion your aggression your lunacy your pain,

Eat me alive, no mercy no shy, my mind to heart, my liver to lungs, so i can't drink and love you again

If you sell the poison of your lip, I'd donate my all blood and sell my body to buy, like issa elixir for my soul

If you ever get pricked by a thorn, I'd pill off my skin and make a shoe for your feet, like you're a demigod for this fool

Music of your wristlet and tinkling of your anklet resembles scream of my pain

Even if you tear the bone out of my psyche, my carcass will bless you again and again.

- 22nd year of Life

(Anonymous Bohemia)

[professorpoet]

यदा यदा हि धर्मस्य ग्लानिः भवति भारत,

अभ्युत्थानमधर्मस्य तदा आत्मानं सृजामि अहम् |

परित्राणाय साधूनां विनाशाय च दुस्-कृताम्,

धर्म-संस्थापन-अर्थाय सम्भवामि युगे युगे ||

[professorpoet]

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright

[professorpoet]

Mere ujde hue makaan me , neend gazab ki aati thi

chhat na raushandaan tha koi, sunsaan nazar wo aati thi

Deewar o dar kamzor bhot tha, par wo mera sathi tha

eit eit ko ishq tha mujhse, main uska jeevansathi tha

Ek chhota sa khaat tha mera, jahan jaan hamari soti thi

main jab nagar ka haat tha jata, wo raahen tak tak roti thi

Ghar mehfil mera ban jaaye, jab jaan hamari hasti thi

mehboob o makaan do jaan hamari, jisme jaan hamari basti thii

Deewaaron ke zarre me, uska naam tha likh kar chhod diya

eit eit ne bola humse, tumne bejaan me jaan haii foonk diya

Baarish aayi boli, hame na barasne pe paband karo

mit jaaye na naam sanam ki, mehboob pe nazarband karo

Mitti ki dharti thi meri, aur badal ka chhappar tha

madhya hamari laghu haveli, neeche ishq meri, upar ambar tha

Daulat ka hum kya karte, jab khuda hamara hafiz tha

khushi mila toh baant diya, aur dard mila jo munasib tha.

[professorpoet]

Weekend - SoundCloud

Listen to Weekend by Louis The Child on #SoundCloud

[professorpoet]

felt like painting this today 🥺

[professorpoet]

tujhe paane kī koshish meñ kuchh itnā kho chukā huuñ maiñ

ki tū mil bhī agar jaa.e to ab milne kā ġham hogā

[professorpoet]

Wo rutha rahe mujhse yeh munzoor hai lekin,

Yaaron use samjhaao mera sehar na chode.

واہ روٹھا رہے مجھ سے یہ منظور ہے لیکن,

یارو اسے سمجھاؤ مرا شہر نہ چھوڑے.

[professorpoet]

ʿUmar b. Al-Khaṭṭāb رضي الله عنه said to a young man while exhorting him:

“A man might have ten qualities, nine of them good and one bad, but the nine good ones can be spoiled by the one bad quality. Beware of the slips and faults of youth.”

{ʿAbd Al-Razzāq Al-Ṣanʿānī, Al-Muṣannaf 8240.}