Talk to me about evolution, how a single living organism turns into multi-level complex organisms? Why did it only choose humans in the race of survival? Don't ask me who he was, don't ask me about his name or anything, ask me why I love him? the most beautiful things about him? why does he need to be loved? why can't I and don't even want to love anyone other than him? Don't ask me why I don't have friends, ask me why I don't even believe having friends is a good idea? Don't ask me about my birth date, ask me what existence in this world feel like? Talk to me about love, lust, hate, sadness, friends, happiness, life, death, angels, miracles, mysticism, soul.
Talk to me about the love of Ramses ii for his wife and quotes he had written on the wall of pyramids. Talk to me about poetry, tell me why you like "Juan Elia"? Talk to me about the loving poetry of "Hamza Baba", talk to me about why you don't like modern days writers? Talk to me about what you think of the galaxy? Do you think is there something beyond our galaxies? If there is, what would it look like be? Do you believe in the concept of having a multi-universe? Talk to me about gravity, the general theory of relativity and quantum physics. Talk to me about artificial intelligence, how it's gonna take place humans in future.
Talk to me about Why always act like a lunatic?. Why prefer wearing the same outfits again and again? Why I don't have any interest in anything at all? Why keep pushing everyone away? Talk to me about the Philosophy of, Iqbal on "Ego", Bertrand Russell on "Epistemology", Ibn-e-rushed on "Destiny", Imam Ghazali on "Mysticism", Ghani khan on "Madness". Talk to me about the history of Mongols, Arabians, Turks, Romans, Indians, talk to me about how they became so powerful and why they crumbled to earth. Don't talk about Bollywood or Hollywood, talk to me about the beauty of Cleopatra, the beauty of Isabella, tell me, why Shah Jahan needed a materialistic approach to show his love? Talk to me about the Ishq of Mansur, why do people call him mad?
I rarely talk to people, so if we ever talked, don't talk to me about things you talk to others, talk to me why sadness, not happiness? Is it because of me being more comfortable with sadness? Why love not to lust? Ask me am I lying about it? Why monotheism, not polytheism? Why death, not life? Is it because I am tired of living? Why cuts not perfectly healed body? Is it because broken things are beautiful? Or am I just being poetic?. Why socialism, not capitalism? Why darkness not light? Why always prefer others rather than myself? Why hoodies, not jackets or any other outfit? Why use hands-free most of the time? Is it because I love music? Or is it just a distraction from things going on around me?
I lowkey feel bad for not checking up on the people I care about, but then i remember the phone goes both ways and no one checks up on me : )
Sometimes, you just wake up and you don't want to talk to anyone, not because something dramatic happened or because you're going through a tough time, but just because... you don't. It's like your emotional tank is empty, and you need some time to recharge. And it's not that there's anything wrong with anyone; it's just that sometimes we all need a little space to breathe, to recharge, to refocus. It's okay to not be okay, even when everything seems fine on the surface.
I love doing nothing. Sitting alone in my house. Eating snacks, watching movies, staring at walls, pausing at the window, rooftop sunsets. This is what calms in my mind & nourishes my soul. The ordinary. The little things. But you won't get it.
watching them treat someone the way I begged them to treat me
-Hurts right?
I know we're not popular, but I speak to inform that we exist !
پڑھ پڑھ کتاباں علم دی ياں تو نام رکھ لیا قاضی ۔۔
ہتھ وچ پھڑ کے تلواراں تو نام رکھ لیا غازی ۔۔
مکے مدینے گھوم آیا تے نام رکھ لیا حاجی ۔۔
او بھلیا حاصل کی کیتا ؟جے تو رب نہ کیتا راضی۔۔🖤
چائے کا کپ بھی وہی☕
میری کتابیں بھی وہی
تیری باتیں بھی وہی
میری مناجاتیں بھی وہی
صحنِ دل پہ ہوئی دستک❤️
تو مجھے یاد آیا
ہے جنوری بھی وہی
تیری سبھی یادیں وہی❤️
Kabhi laut ayen to puchna nahi dekhna unhen ghaur se 👀
Jinhen raastay mein khabar hui ke yeh raasta koi aur hai 🍁
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