#desi poetry

[nipsyyy]

Watching everyone tell you how much you’ve changed,how selfish you’ve become, because you no longer love them is a weird kind of satisfaction.

I love them,I always will love them,but I stopped loving them unconditionally,and obviously it meant I would no longer be a doormat which was absolutely not tolerable to them.

-nipuna

[deeeaahh]

[g0j0s]

orange peel theory this pomegranate peel theory that. but have you thought about badaam peel theory? when they soak the almonds overnight and peel them in the morning for you. now that right there is love at its peak.

[sheislosingsanity]

Ok correct me if i'm wrong but being kind and vulnerable and gentle are literally the sexiest traits a guy can have.

[arctic-bandar]

I need a

"Abhi na jao chod kar,

ke Dil abhi bhara nhi"

To my

"Aacha to hum chalte h"

[starblushh]

‘‘Ek samandar hai jo mere kaabu me hai,

Aur ek katra hai jo mujhse sambhala nahi jata,

Ek umr hai jo bitani hai uske bagair,

Aur ek lamha hai jo mujhse guzaara nahi jata”

– Gulzar

[anouchan-jpg]

ज़िंदगी तुम्हारे उसी गुण का इम्तिहान लेती है, जो तुम्हारे भीतर मौजूद हो।

मेरे अंदर इश्क़ था।

-अमृता प्रीतम

[inaasaysshelloo]

jab azaadi ka waqt qareeb aaya,

tabh pinjre se mohabbat hogyi.

[journalsofanaesthete]

मैं तेरी ख़ूबसूरती को अपने शब्दों में पीरोह ग़ज़ल रूपी माला बना दूँगा

सारी दुनिया से छुपा कर मैं अपनी ग़ज़लों में तेरी तस्वीर बना दूँगा

[embersariya]

when they say "i miss you" but robi thakur said “নিত্য তোমায় চিত্ত ভরিয়া স্মরণ করি, বিশ্ববিহীন বিজনে বসিয়া বরণ করি তুমি আছ মোর জীবন মরণ হরণ করি।”

[nipsyyy]

You like taking care of people because it heals the part of you that wasn’t cared for.

-nipuna

[aashufta-sar]

I always say I am not waiting for anyone and then listen to songs like "kahan ho tum chale aao muhabbat ka taqaza hai", "kisi nazar ko tera intezar aaj bhi hai", "chale bhi aao ke gulshan ka kaarobar chale", "akele hain chale aao jahan ho kahan awaz de tumko.."

[g0j0s]

female friendships are so precious and beautiful. sisterhood is so inherent in women. there is a life force where many women are sitting together and conversing. their giggles reverberates through the deepest chambers of the even the coldest of hearts & softens them. when they take care of each other together from oiling their hair turn by turn by to putting henna on each other’s palms, everything is a sacred offering to some source unseen; but only felt. they spend hours talking about things unfathomable from the basis of love to the state of the world, the soul, beauty, last, present & future & many other philosophies. because when they’re sitting in a room together that’s where they’re easily allowed to ‘be’. here, they aren’t someone being smothered by alotted identities. they aren’t just someone’s sister or daughter or even lover, but just humans trying to make the most out of their freedom to breathe.

[sheislosingsanity]

When Irfan Khan said, "Zindagi chhoti nahi hoti, hum jeena hi der se start karte hai. Jab tak rastey samajh mein aate hai, tab tak lautne ka waqt ho jata hai"

[satosugarr]

For My Mother, I love you but i do not like you.

For my mother, I love you but i do not like you. You created me, you made me into what i am. I am simply a mirror of you which is exactly the thing tried so hard not to be. I tried to erase every part of you from myself and yet I have still become you. My anger is yours, I hate my father for what he did to you. I hate myself for the words that spill to you when I am blinded by rage. My tears are yours, they belong to you. The tears I cry for what you’ve done are the same tears I use to mourn you, to mourn what you were and what you could’ve been. I mourn for your childhood that was ripped away when you were most definitely too young, all the while mourning myself for you doing the same to me. You tried your hardest not to, but in your own way you have imparted the very same curse your mother had put onto you. You ruined me and made me in the same brush stroke. I cry for the hatred you have instilled in me towards my own father. It was easy for you to make me hate him, because it was easy to see the wounds and scars he had given me. His hate for me came quick and rough, easily seen at the time, but the hate you showed me could not be seen in an instant. You did not cut me but poisoned me, fated me to die in a slow way, a way that i could not see until it was too late to fix, but i see it now. I both hate you and love you for all you’ve done at the same time. I cannot fix what has happened to you no matter how hard i try, i wish for you to heal from what you refuse to speak about. I realise the reason i am so forgiving towards you is because of all that you’ve been through, but now the scales have fallen from my eyes and i know now that these are not excuses but explanations. I pray that my daughter will not fall victim to the same curse that has run through the woman in our family for too many generations to count. I pray I will not turn her into what I have become. I mourn for you, I mourn for me, and I mourn for my future. I hope to one day truly forgive you for all the pain you’ve caused. I hope to one day be able to truly hold a conversation with you without being afraid you’ll say something you can’t take back. I hope one day we can say “I love you” to each other and truly mean it, but for now, I love you but I do not like you.

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

You die each night to set me free again And come alive again only to see me die in your arms. We see each other briefly across the evening sky Just to bid goodbye again. Only to keep the world moving.

-@mera-mann-kehne-laga, The Sun and Moon