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[the-cimmerians]

a storytime story. Not my story, it's my friend's, but she doesn't go here so I'm sharing for her. We'll call her Mara. Mara is a high-femme, lovely queer girl from a wealthy family in the southern US, but when I met her she'd been living in California for many years, chugging through her postgraduate education in Women's Studies. She rarely went home, because being at home was always a bit of a fraught experience: not unendurable (because to most heteronormative casual viewers the radiant queerness of a high-femme is pretty much indistinguishable from a quirky beauty queen waiting for the right football quarterback to sweep her off her feet), but still--not the most fun. Yet every once in a while, Mara would have a fit of 'dutiful daughter'-itis, and go home to mend some fences and keep some peace.

Mara's mother had often asked her to come with her to philanthropic events, but Mara had always said no. On this trip, however, Mara's mother had purchased a full table as an event sponsor, and she cajoled Mara into going with her. For those of you who haven't ever attended such an event, they are all different, and yet terrifyingly all the same (and I say this not as an attendee, but as an event-runner for various nonprofits; an event-runner who, fair warning, hates everything about these events, and this part of nonprofit work). There is some form of lower-calorie food (chicken or fish on greens with a very light citrus-fruit dressing is de rigeur, along with some sort of fruit-based airy parfait served in the smallest and most elegant glasses imaginable for dessert), usually an emcee (occasionally entertaining, but always inoffensive to the assembled guests), sometimes speakers (high-profile or famous women on a local or national level depending on the 'get' of the organization in question, or extremely well-spoken young people or teens for youth-serving organizations--with the youth in question being very carefully coached), and an 'ask'--the fundraising portion of the event, where the wealthy attendees compete with the rest of their friends and enemies in the social scene to be the most gracious and beneficent person in the room.

And there is gossip. So much gossip.

Poor Mara knew enough to expect some of this (mostly due to listening to me complain bitterly about how awful these events are), but there were aspects for which she was completely unprepared. Her mother had filled her sponsorship table with all of her closest friends, and the 'social hour' before the event started in earnest was a haze of white wine and a constant stream of excessively perfumed women dressed in full southern socialite chic, coming by the table to air-kiss cheeks and say how it's been ages since they've seen each other and what a darling ensemble, where on earth did you get it? and who does your hair now?--you must tell me, it's simply scrumptious--you look incredible, we really must do lunch some time soon--

...and the moment the woman or women in question moved on, the table, as a whole, in excited, urgent-whispered voices, would drag the everloving fuck out of every single lady they'd just been gushing over.

"Did you see how botched her last lift was? I hardly recognized her--I'm surprised she recognized me, with her eyes yanked back like that--" "so terrible, but she did go to the cheapest surgeon in town--husband has money troubles, you know--"

"Didn't expect to see her here, but I suppose you have to go somewhere to show off that large a collection of paste jewels--" "oh, stop, you wicked girl! But you're right, of course--and she gives herself such airs, like we don't all know--"

"Poor dear looks exhausted--apparently keeping up with her pool boy isn't easy at her age--" "Can't say that I blame her; that Carlos, have you seen him? Of course, she's hardly his only client. I've been dying for a pool, but my Henry just won't--"

"Quite a plucky little attitude for someone whose husband just left her for his twenty-two year old secretary--" "And after she put him through college and law school--I heard she's not even going to get to keep the house. She really should have sprung for a better lawyer--"

"I can't believe she still thinks she can fit into that dress, with all the weight she's packed on--" "Truly grotesque--just ghastly! Seems like last summer at the fat farm didn't do her as much good as one would have hoped--"

::giggle:: ::giggle:: ::giggle::

Mara was horrified, sitting there with a bland, polite smile frozen on her face, with her white gloves and vintage pillbox hat and charming little clutch bag, her seamed stockings and her kitten heels and her classic red lipstick and pin-curls (because in true unquenchable femme spirit, she had taken this occasion as an opportunity for dress-up, an opportunity for fun and play and sexy whimsy--a Gene-Tierney-does-pin-up-girl kind of vibe), utterly unable to see how to extricate herself from this terrible situation.

Another woman glided away from the table, coyly waving heavily-beringed fingers. "Yes, Darling," Mara's mother said, coyly waving back. "See you soon! Kiss-kiss! Love to Laurent!" She sat down and hissed to the cabal at the table: "Ha! Her husband just gave her an STD."

The woman to Mara's left leaned forward excitedly. "Really? Two-door or four-door?--wait, if it was the latest Aston Martin, I'm going to literally perish of envy--"

And that was the tipping point--Mara fled. Walked until she found a suitably divey coffee shop. Had a coffee and a slice of peach pie, and flirted with a soft Butch waitress until the world seemed less dire.

[its-not-a-pen]

[餘知傳] The 2nd Century Warlord (Part 1)

based on the story by @romanceyourdemons

art by @its-not-a-pen

first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line

second day as a second century warlord i bribe a bunch of kids to start singing a nursery rhyme i carefully crafted to spread misinformation and further my strategic ends but they change the lyrics to be about poop and the enemy isn’t misdirected at all

third day as a second century warlord i lure my enemy into a narrow valley and send a team of archers to shoot them from the high ground but there was a feral hog napping on the trail up to the overlook and they couldn’t decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the hog woke up and left on its own the enemy had already passed safely below

fourth day as a second century warlord we attempt to join a battle on the side of the guy we want to ally with but he and the guy he’s fighting have really similar names and it’s finally dusty and i misread the standards and attack the wrong guy. so now we’re stuck with this total loser of a liege lord, because how the fuck do you explain that after a battle?

fifth day as a second century warlord and some sort of wizard wanders into camp, my loser liege lord wants to execute him for being a wizard but i convince him to let the wizard stay, because i want to do more weather-based strategies and i’m pretty sure having a camp wizard can help with that. after the welcome to the team banquet the wizard steals half the treasury and my liege lord’s wife and leaves

sixth day as a second century warlord my loser liege lord sends me to reinforce a city he’s taken, but in the confusion of leaving i forgot to take the token that would have gotten us into the city, so my men have to wait outside the city walls for like eight hours while i ride back to get it

seventh day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord finally joins me in the city, it turns out he’s actually a pretty cool guy, and he isn’t even that mad at me for letting the wizard steal his wife. i decide to shoot my shot but i’m really nervous and keep on stalling because what if i mess up our relationship and by extension jeopardize the security of my men, and eventually he just says goodnight and goes back to his room, where an assassin is in the process of setting up to kill him

eighth day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord tells me to fake defect to his rival warlord, the one i originally wanted to ally with, to find out if he was the one who sent the assassin and why. but my whole way over to the rival warlord i’m worried that this has something to do with the wizard thing or how awkward i made it last night

End of Part 1

This comic was made independently from the creator, I'm just a fan and these are my own interpretations.

Notes under the cut:

the title 餘知傳 [the Story of Yu Zhi], is the styled name of the Second Century Warlord. I translated 餘知 as [plentiful knowledge] since he's defined by a surplus of knowledge but a deficit in luck. It's also great for fish-based puns since it's a homophone. As a nice parallel, Loser Liege Lord's banner is a carp ;))). the art style was inspired by vintage Chinese comics.

The story is set during the Three Kingdoms period, (220 to 280 AD) natural disasters, infighting and civil unrest had dissolved the previous Han Dynasty, leading to a violent free-for-all. I based the clothes on the previous Eastern Han styles, mainly because there just weren't a lot of contemporary references from the 3K period (and it only lasted like, 60 years). I always strive for historical accuracy, however, the Han Dynasty was over 400 years long and some sources don't do a great job separating out the different fashions, so I apologise for any mistakes that occur.

2. there aren't a ton of drawings on what Han children looked like, but in general ancient kids hairstyles are pretty consistent. 9-15 yo boys had shaved heads with two little top knots, girls had natural hair in braids/buns.

3. the crossbow (back left) makes a cameo, it was associated with Zhuge Liang, famous real-life strategist from the 3K era.

4. the LLL and his wife thank the Warlord, (a noblewoman on a battlefield??? scandalous!). it shows the LLL enjoys the unconventional and the wife is not as timid as she appears. I thought it would be funny to make them look as Background Character (tm) as possible.

5. I based the wizard's design on sages from mythology. (Hey, he's not a total fraud, he invented gunpowder 800 years before the Tang dynasty!) Nice little character moment for the LLL who is shielding his wife.

6. What do soldiers do while they're waiting for 8 hours? (<-from the right) playing knucklebones with pebbles, whittling a little horse, feeding sparrows, gossiping with neighbour, drinking from his gourd, napping. A minor warlord can't afford to keep a professional army so they're most likely conscripted farmers who've had to buy their own weapons and armour, hence why they look so unimpressive.

7. LLL offers the Warlord a bitten peach. Inspired by the legend of Mizi Xia who bit into a delicious peach and gave it to the Emperor so he could taste it was well. "Bitten peach" was a byword for homosexuality in ancient China. I thought it would be SO funny if the LLL was actually smooth af and the Warlord was a like a teenaged girl crushing for the first time. He's desperate to taste that peach but is too timid to reach out >;))) man has zero game. negative game, even. truely the PS4 of homosexuals. RIP to the assassin in the back corner who was forced to watch the most awkward, cringe-fail attempt at flirting in the history of china play out.

8. this is what zero peach does to a mf. UnU

[cyberpunkaddict]

"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly." - Langston Hughes

“I love you to the moon and back.”

Prologue, Part 1

[valeriepaddy]

Me as a writer at 3pm: I have nothing to write about ...

Me as a writer at 3am: I am the master of Writing ...

[mmwiddc]

आगयीं !! Chai bangyi hai ruko main nikalkr lata hun

Mujhe tumhara shaher ek kahani sa lagta hai, Ek esi kahani jisse sunna nhi jeena jaruri haii, Jab train se utarta hun toh phli nazar chai ki choti si dukan par padti hai Subha ke 6 baje Chai ko naa nhi keh paata bas chaldeta hun dukan ki taraf, Esa lagta hai tumhare shaher me samay rukasa hua hai Dukan me radio par ghulam ali sahab dheemi awaaz me gunguna rahe hain 🎶 Apani Ankhon Mein Chhupa Rakhein Hain Jugnu Main Ne Apani Palakon Pe Saja Rakhe Hain Ansu Main Ne Meri Ankhon Ko Bhi Barasaat Ka Mauqa De De Ham Tere Shahar Mein Aaye Hain, Musaafir Ki Tarah 🎶 Chai khatam karke nikalta hun sadak par Meri bahot baatein hui hain tumhare shaher ki sadkon se Wo tumhara aana jaana yaad rakhti hain, Tumhare shaher mein gaadiyon ke horn se jyada mandiron ki ghantiyan sunai padti haii Aur mandiron ke bahar milte hain rang virange phool, Woh phool dekh kar mujhe esa lagta hai har phool kurbaan hi ye soch ke hua ho ke wo tumhare gazrey me apni jagah bana sake, Toh mandir ke bahar se kuch phool khared leta hun jisse Ghar jaakr tumhare liye gazra apne haanthon se bana sakun main jo aage chalta hun toh meri mulaqat galiyon se hoti hai Tumhare bheege baalon jaisi uljhi galiyan Jo sulajhna nhi chahati aur yakin maano unhe suljhana kisi paap se kam nhi Bahot khubsurat lagti hain tumhari bheegi uljhi zulfen Aur unse jyada khubsurat lagti ho tum Unhe suljhata hue Main ye sochta sochta kab apne ghar pohach jata hun pata hi nhi chalta Tumhare ghar Tumse darwaza kholne ki ummid nhi karta Khud hi kundi sarka kar andar aajata hun Toh pata hun table par ek khat Jisme tumne likha hai Aagye aap? Chlo fresh hojao aur mere liye badiya si adrak wali chai banakar rakho Main mandir jaarhi hun jldi ajaungi

Wapas aungi toh bahot saari baatein karni hain aapse

Main woh khat dekh kar muskurate hue sochne lagta hun Mujhe tumhare shaher mein bitaya hua har ek pal ek kahani jaisa lagta hai Ek esi kahani jise sunna nhi jeena jaruri haii...

~ Sehr

[histhoughtslately]

[sharmisthaaaaa]

life was good when dadu/dadi/nanu/nani. started conversation with- ek baar ki baat hai....

[agentmeowmeow133]

Welcome to agent meow meow.

Hello my amazing fans (no one) this will be info on my page. I am currently writing a book about a charecter called agent meow meow and his quest to stop pitler, an evil dictator. This book will be like an action comedy. So if your into batshit insane stories with deep undertones this is for you! Or you just like cats. That too. I have currently written 2 chapters and am almost finished the third. I plan to first draft this by new years, which should be accomplishable. I will touch it up after and hope that the full book will be ready by February. If i don’t feel like it is I will tell you guys. This page is bascially just a development and shit posting page atm. If the book is successful I will probably try to make a game or more books. If you are intrigued by this concept, feel free to follow me for more updates and humour. If not, that’s your choice :( The book will take place in a ww2 scenario. With cats and pitbulls fighting. Agent meow meow will have to fight them and defeat their army. It will not be serious at all. There will be three main characters, agent meow meow, a badass cat who knows how to handle guns and his fists, Oleg, a female cat who tags along with agent after meeting him on a train. And finally the pitbull. I haven’t got a name for this charecter yet but he is a pitbull that turns good and joins agent and Oleg. Again, if you are interested in this story, feel free to follow me :) The core aspects I will be focusing on with this story are characters, world building and LGBTQ, which kinda goes with characters. 2 of the three main characters are in the community but I’m not revealing who yet. If you wanna do fan art I would love that so much! I will defiantly print it out and plaster it on my wall. Thank you if you read this far I love you! Also $20 for the first person who guesses who Agent Meow Meow is based on. (Serious)

[palacholic]

Storytime

So...it's time to introduce you to the wicked ways of my weirdness, to show you what it's like to be me, starting from the beginning...

Right now I'm in my first semester at Charles university, Prague. I've been living in the Czech republic for a few months now, I chose to move there right after finishing high school in my home country. I spent years preparing for my life abroad, studying the Czech language, taking care of all the formalities that are necessary to move to a new country, most of it by myself, getting to know the country that I consider my home and I wish to live in for the rest of my life.

Why all this? What made me take such an unexpected choice, leaving behind everything I knew, saying goodbye to my friends and family and to the life I could have had in my home country?

As you could probably guess from my username and the content on my blog, the answer is simple:

Jan Palach

Yes. That Jan Palach. The student who on 16th January 1969 set himself on fire in protest of the apathy and resignation of the Czechoslovak people following the soviet occupation of Czechoslovakia. A guy who's been dead for over half a century.

I first heard about him during a time when I was struggling a lot with my mental health. His story gave me strength and hope, what he did reminded me that there are things worth fighting for, things worth living for. I know this sounds kinda paradoxical given that he died because of what he did but that's the point - he was willing to sacrifice his life because he wanted others to live in a better world. He didn't kill himself because he hated life, on the contrary he loved it.

I found something that gave me joy, something I liked doing - reading and watching everything I could find about him. I spent a lot of time researching him and loved every new detail I found out. I started researching him out of admiration for his act and became more and more intrigued by his personality, his interests, the things he believed in...I look up to him a lot. It's incredible how much this helped me getting better mentally and eventually healing from the worst of my mental issues. I started looking forward to the future again, especially after visiting the Czech Republic for the first time.

I came to Prague to pay my respects to Jan Palach, to visit the places where he lived, to say thank you...and fell in love with the city and Czech culture overall more than I expected. I met amazing people and had some of the best experiences of my life, and soon after I realised that moving to Czechia was the right thing to do. That I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't go through with it, that if I stayed in my home country I would never be as happy as I am now.

Two years later I finally packed my things and went on my way...as soon as I left the airport on my arrival I felt that I'd made the right choice and everything that happened since then only confirmed that feeling. Even the bad things. It's not always easy but it feels right, in a way that's hard to convey by words. I sometimes think about how crazy this all is but I'm so glad it happened. I'm thankful for everything I have now, my friends, my hobbies, my new home. I love it every day more. And I don't care how weird it is that all this started because of a guy who died more than half a century ago. Was it only a coincidence that I watched the news that day when they talked about him? Is there more to it? Who knows? Is it relevant? I don't think so.

I hope he'd be happy to know that he saved me and how much he means to me. If I could, I'd thank him for everything.

I started this blog to share my feelings and my journey as an expat in Czechia. You'll find memes, stories of a foreigner's life in Prague and of course a lot of history-related things. I'm happy to answer all your questions and tell you more. I hope to make new friends and find people with whom I can talk about my interests. I'm glad to be here and I love you all, I'm proud of y'all for being here too <3

this post took me waaayyyy too long to write and maybe I'll edit it again sometime in the future, if you read all of this I'm genuinely impressed, please tell me your thoughts in the comments or send an ask if you want to :)

[deviiancetv]

Who TF Did I Marry? is literally the first and probably only TikTok story I’ve ever been invested in to the point that I’ve rewatched it several times now 😭 it’s both very hilarious and extremely sad based on how relatable this situation is to those that have been unlucky in love. ReesaTeesa went through a lot within a years time and is now having the ghosts of her past comeback to her in this ongoing saga. It’s like the Zola of 2024 (never watched that movie but I’ve heard a lot about it).

[howlcervine]

Years ago I had a reiki session with a couple I knew.

"Your aura is a very dark green" The husband said. "It's like looking through the glass of a wine bottle"

"You're wrong" The wife replied. "It looks like that because you're seeing it through the shadows"

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"You have spirits around you"

[etheral-moon]

FREAKING OUT WTF

So vro, obviously I'm freaked out. My family (mom and both sisters) are out shopping for groceries and shit. I was eating peacefully then when I got to my room I found the balcony door open. I DID NOT open it. And I do forget things a lot but I'm pretty sure I didn't. Then I see a fucking figure outside the balcony door. Ofc I shut the door and move on but bro istg I'm seeing smth staring at me from the window. I can totally be seeing things bc I've been stressing out lately. If I stop blogging out of nowhere, you know damn well what happened, come find me.

[boobsmuth]

Anybody else wanna attach a robotic tail to their tailbone but in a top way? I want it to wag wildly as I'm plowing into a femme and pumping her full of my werewolf cum. It might even slowly wave back and forth as I knot her and keep her nice and full, crushing her under my weight and completely preventing the escape of my new toy

[aromantic-diaries]

Fulfilling my destiny of being internet famous

[mmwiddc]

Ghar...

(poora padhna yaar warna bilkul mat padhna)

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Purane Lucknow ke chawk se phle chaupatiya hote hue dubagga wali sadak par jaana 

Uspar kuch dur chlne par baye haanth par ek sadak mudti hai uske saath mud jaana 

Kuch dur chalne par teesri gali me 

Chautha makan milega 

Khaali pada makaan 

Us makaan ke bahar ek bujurg 13 saalon se 

Phool bechrhe hain 

Usse 2 dhai saal phle se wo makaan kaali pada hai 

Beetey kuch saalon ke sawan ne us makaan ka rang dhul diye hai

Ab koi us makaan ko dekhta hai toh usko sirf wo budhi deewaren Nazar aati hain 

Samne hi neem ki lakdi se bana ek darwaza hai 

Jiska deemak aaj tk kuch naa bigaad paayi hai 

Uspar kareegar ne kya khoob nakkashi ki hai 

Us darwaze pr bada saa taala laga hua hai

Us taale ki chabhi wo bujurg apne gale me kisi taavez ki tarah taang kar rakhte hain 

Har Diwali aur Eid ko us ghar ka darwaza khol kr usme diye jala dete hain aur namaz padh lete hain 

Mere bahot kehne par mujhe us ghar ki chaabi dehi di unhone

Maine tala kholkr jb darwaze ko dhakka mara toh 

Esa laga waqt ruk sa gaya hai

Fir maine phla kadam rakkha us ghar ke andar 

Phla kadam rakhte hi esa laga maano waqt me peeche jaarha hun 

Itne peeche ke Jahan se wapas aana shayad mumkin nhi 

Wo darwaza ek patle se galeeche me khulta hai 

Main aage badha toh maine bheeni si mitti ki khushboo mehsus ki 

Diwaron pr seelan lagi hui thi 

Wo seelan un deewaron ki umr bakhoobi bayan kar rhi thi 

Thoda saa andar chala toh wo galeecha aangan me khul Raha tha 

Ek aangan jiske chaaron taraf keyaari bani Hui thi 

Aur usme Lage hue they alag alag paudhe 

Unme se ek thaa gulab jiski ek Kali bas chatki hi thi 

Main us Kali ko dekh kar soch me pad Gaya yeh sab jinda kaise hain 

Maine us Kali ko aankh bharke dekha 

Par jaise hi nazar hati seedha Jaa padi aangan ke beechon beech lage Tulsi ke ped par 

Maine haanth jode aur aandar ki taraf chaldiya 

Samne hi tha baramda jaise hi maine baramde me kadam rakha meri nazar padi baye taraf lagi kuch tasveeron par 

Un tasveeron me ek chota baccha dikhrha tha jo us Tulsi ke aas paas khelraha tha 

Kuch bujurg the jo shayad ab is duniya me nhi honge 

Aur ek tasveer me kursi par baithe they us makan ke Malik aur unki khawateen unke dahine taraf chai ka cup pakde hue khadi thi 

Meri nazar jaise hi un tasveeron par se hati seedha us kursi par Jaa padi 

Jo tasveer me thi 

Gerua rang se rangi Hui saafed plastic se buni hui kursi 

Maine Bina kuch soche samjhe jeb se rumaal nikala aur us kursi ko saaf karne laga 

Aur saaf karke baithgaya 

Baith kar maine aakhen baad ki toh us seelan ke beech se jagah banati thodi us Kali ki aur thodi Tulsi ki khushboo mujhme samane lagi 

Main aakhen band karke sochne laga ke ye makaan abhi bhi jinda hai 

Sochte sochte mere Dil me yeh bhi khayal aane laga chlo andar chlete hain

Main us kursi par se uth khada hua

Maine apne kadkon ko andar ki taraf badhaya toh aamne samne 2 kamre dikhai pade 

Unme se ek pr tala laga tha 

Apni shirt ki aasteen se maine us kamre ki khidki ka sheesha saaf Kiya aur andar dekha toh samne ek bed tha jiske upar bistar laga hua tha jo thoda astwyast tha 

Maano wo aakhir baar istemal kiya ho aur fir sahi naa kiya Gaya ho 

Us bistar ke bagal me ek table thi jispar kuch kitaben bikhri Hui thi aur un kitaabon ke paas ek chashma rakha hua tha waqt ke saath jiska kaanch peela padgya tha 

Bistar ke dusri taraf ek palna tha lakdi ka bana hua 

Ek taraf deewar pr almaari thi jisme kuch saman rakha hua tha kuch kitaabein thi kuch tasveerein thi 

Maine peeche mud kar dusre kamre ka darwaza khola toh usme lakdi ka sofa pada hua tha bilkul us buni hui kursi ki tarah uske samne ek lakdi aur kaanch se bani Hui table padi thi us table ke upar ek guldasta rakha hua tha aur uske bagal me thi ek ashtray jisme ek aadhi bujhi Hui cigerette thi 

Sofe ke ekdam peeche thi almari 

Jisme bahot saari trophiyan rakhi Hui thi 

Kuch tasveeron ke saath 

Maine kamre se bahar nikla aur seedha bahar chala gaya 

Jaakar tala daala, chabhi wapas dedi 

Aur seedha aapne ghar aagya 

Main ghar toh aagya lekin wo khusboo mujhme rehgayi 

Wo makan mujhme rehgaya 

Maine shayad jindagi me dusri baar waqt ko rukte hue dekha tha 

Us makan ka sukoon mujhme ghar kargaya 

Pata hai maine phli baar waqt ko rukte hue kab dekha tha?

Jis din college ka phla din tha aur main jaise hi class ke andar ghusa tha meri Nazar seedha tumpar padi thi 

Us makaan ko main ghar hi kahun toh accha kyonki wo ghar tum ho

Uski khushboo tumhari khusboo hai 

Uski seelan lagi deewaron ko main khud apne haanthon se sajana chahata hun 

Tumhe andaza bhi hai kitni khoobsurat ho tum

Un tasveeron me tumne qaid karrkha hai ek choti si bacchi ko jo kabhi kabhi bahar aati hai

Kuch bujurgon ko jo badi badi baatein kar jaati hai

Aur shayad mujhe bhi

Maine tumme jeena chahata hun 

Us gulab ke paudhe ki tarah us Tulsi ki tarah tumhe mehkana chahata 

Wo waqt se purani meri mohabbat tumhari hifazat karti hai 

Har Roz tumhare dar pe aakar sajda kartib

Ise esa karne ki ijazat dogi kya??

Mujhe khudme jeene ki ijazat dogi kya??

~ Sehr

[histhoughtslately]