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Life a life you feel like living

"Live a life you feel like living"

And I knew

It splattered in front of my eyes

Lifting me up

To a sky that wasn't mine

It felt like freedom

Like life

But then a string pulled me down

A note attached

The reality it introduced

Then gave me a list

Of accomplishments

Of responsibilities

A tear painted the receipt

I look around

The world had lost its colour

Would it be worth it though?

To check the boxes?

To let something choke me down

Until I die?

The money can't fill the void in my heart

But it does fill my stomach

Though the food looks grey

The life feels grey

And some words crossed my mind

The life I had forgotten appears in my dreams

Is it worth it?

To sell my soul for stability?

Is it worth it?

To spend my counted breaths on something for which my heart doesn't even beat?

And I've adjusted my whole life

Let me live once

Please

Let me live once

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Trees,the kindest creatures to ever know,they stand still and take on little jabs made by children,friends, and lovers, memories carved upon hard bark.

Trees,quiet, yet if you close your eyes and listen,they tell a thousand stories,truths unknown.

When I can't take it anymore,I look at a tree,I feel the reassurance and hope seep into my bones.

I sure, too, can endure one more jab.

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[ They tell you to conform,to follow,a settled path of life,a blueprint,but as you walk,you feel as if something is being left behind,as if you're missing a train,a train that has you in soul sitting within,will you run,or will you ignore the restlessness,peace or acceptance?]

The price of life

What is the price of life,I wonder

Is it the suffering or grief?

Or the laughs and giggles?

Is it the sacrifice?

Or the fight for your own life?

Fight is necessity

Chains bind us all

Bound by the society

They determine your path

You must follow,stay in line

I've seen a thousand,pretending

Living a half baked lie

I wonder how many amateur actors on this planet lie?

I wonder if they will ever be paid

The price of their life

[Life is a one-time gift,do not sell it away for a price you don't even know,that you may never get,grasp tightly to your life,do not give it up,ever.]

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Sin

"Shall I stay,would it be a sin?

For I can't help falling in love,with you"

This lyric,and how much love is hated by the world,I think it's ironic.

[This was highly inspired by red white and royal blue movie and I know,it sounds a bit like a hozier song. shhh, I'm just a lesbian😭]

[Excuse the laughs because I legit was shocked myself at what I had written,it's a raw recording]

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Some bodies never rest

Unless they're placed in the tomb

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You,me and the evening breeze

A time of life

When the sun peeks through the horizon

Saying a goodbye

When love comes alive

When smiles are drawn on faces

When the tireness seeps into the bones

When the sky gleams

Of colours unknown

When your eyes,just a deep as the dusk

Fills me with both chills and warmth

A time of day

When the life slips away

When the day says it's goodbye

And the night paves it's way

I dream of a dusk

Us sitting by the windowsill

Tea and books in our hands

Stolen glances,like we haven't spent our lives along

A time of eternity

Certainty and peace

You, me and the evening breeze

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Help a Family in Need

I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.

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[ਮੈ ਇੱਕ ਫਿਲਮ ਵਿੱਚ ਸੁਨਿਆ "ਵਿਛੋੜਾ ਤਾਂ ਸ਼ਾਇਰਾਂ ਦੀ ਦੌਲਤ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਆ" ਤਾਂ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਤੇਰੀ ਯਾਦ ਆਈ

I heard in a film, "Separation is the treasure of the poets" and I was reminded of you]

Separation is a treasure I loathe

Yet it paints all my poems

I'm a poet

I'm a feeler

I write so I can breathe

So my heart feels light

Yet it gets heavier and heavier

With every tear I cry

It gets heavier and heavier

With each droplet of ink on the paper so white

Separation is a treasure I loathe

Please,find me again

When you and me

We can be

And hold my hand

Your eyes in mine

And whisper in my ear

"This isn't a joke"

No,I don't want your Separation

I want you

I want the warmth of your hand

I want to hear you talk for hours and hours

I don't want this to end

No,I don't want your Separation

I want your love

I want us

Don't go,don't leave

But years after

I sort of agree

All the papers I've painted

Praise me

They sing me your name

In voice my own

I didn't realize

When my art became my love and life

And you slipped away

I didn't realize

When I started to hold dear the pain you left behind

I didn't realize

When I locked the treasure in my heart

I loathe that

How true it was

If you come back to me

My pen might pray the God

To take you away

And my heart will cry

While my pen will laugh

My body tore apart

And my brain

A puddle it had always been

Lost

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[ Girlhood and lesbianism,umm..Being a lesbian means an exile from girlhood? Who feels the same?]

Girlhood

If women were to be worded

There are adjectives alot

Brave,free,loving I'd say

But a word there is that can perfectly portray

Tender and soft

I feel it in their touch and their smiles

Women are so powerful

Mother nature is the testimony

But just like it

They want the fire to be controlled

So they teach women shame

From the dawn

I grew up a girl

As soft and beautiful it was

I wish it was void of men

Girlhood is not about men

But I sense the taught shame

And codependency in their songs

And they all dance

Not reading between the words

It has been ages

When will it change,I wonder

Feet frozen,I stand

As she gazes upon me

And holds my hand

We both stay glued to the floor

She's the one I love

Not a conceptual man

(I grew up in a place where most mainstream songs sung by female singers are still mostly about them asking for gifts from their boyfriends or husbands, which highlights the codependency,patriarchy,ownership and the concept of being a gold digger, even I used to enjoy such beats as a child but now when they play at a function,I stop. Why can't people let girls be? Why are they taught that they are only worthy if boys like them?) (This frustrates me even more because the younger me was on a mission to get male validation when I was a big damn lesbian,LIKEEE GURLLL)

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ἔστιν ἄρα (therefore it is), 2025

(inspired by @two-bees-poetry - still fascinated by the poem lady macbeth grants you an interview, it's my favourite <3)

[sagessge]

dard sabko hai yahan,

koi likh raha hai, toh koi padh raha hai.

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कभी कभी लगता है की शायद वो प्यार ना था

पर जो प्यार ना था तो इतना इंतेज़ार किस बात का था?

उनके लौट आने का?

या हमारा हार मानकर उनके पास ��िसक के जाने का?

शायद वो एक इजहार सुनने की ज़िद थी

शायद वो एक लफ्ज़ कुबूल ने की चाहत थी

पर खैर अब काफी देर हो चुकी है

उन्हें वापस बुलाने में...पास बैठाकर उन्हें दिल का हाल बतलाने में

अब सिर्फ में हु, यह चांद है और उनकी कुछ तस्वीरें जो गुमसुम सी बैठी है मेरी गोद में

किस बात का गुरूर है इन्हें?

हमें बेचैन करने का या खुद की मायूसी हमसे इतनी आसानी से छुपा लेने का?

शायद एक दिन यह गुरूर पिघल जाए...शायद एक दिन वो लौट आए और हर अनकही बात बया करदे

पर तब शायद ये जो दिल है सीने में वो पुरानी रफ्तार से ना धड़के

शायद वो तस्वीरें कही भुला दी गई हों किसी संदूक के एक कोने में

क्योंकि शायद उस पल तक हमने भी मान लिया हो

की आखिर कार वो प्यार ना था

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माफ़ करना

Sometimes, the brain makes it so hard for me to listen to my heart,the what ifs flood my brain and the sound of it makes it hard for me to listen to the beat of my heart,I question,do I even have one? The brain overtakes the heart many times. Is it normal to fear so much of everything?

(The distance was overwhelming,the time counted,the breaths slowed,no hand to hold,tell me, dear lord,by fate's fate,will I someday meet her?)

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In the diary of my friend,she has saved the birthday card I made her, I could not say thank you to her due to the overwhelm of it,thanks,hope you keep shining and spreading the hope and light <3

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To them showing up to your

Birth is a formality,so is to a wedding and a funeral

Tell me,why then on their terms should you live YOUR life?

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I want to be transculant,easy to see

So I could be known and really seen

So I have no trapped dreams or guilt

So my lies don't devour me

So I could be free

I wish to not be a face

Not be a label

I do not wish to be defined

Definitions are assumptions and far from the truth

Yet I worry the most about them

I want to roam around and just be

Nothing yet everything

Am I going crazy?