One Drag At A Time #Dairy
He slouched like a question never answerd
draped over the chair as if even gravity had grown tired of holding him up.
A cigarette clung to his fingrs its ember a whisper a dying star in the quiet dark.
The only light a trembling flame from the old lamp on the table flickered like the last heartbeat of a dream.
Revealing eyes that didnt blink didnt move eyes that watchd nthing and saw everythng.
In that silence the smoke curled like memories fragile stubborn refusing to die.
The room was full of darkness but in that tiny trembling light his face became a grave where hope still burnd not alive not dead just refusing to go out.And maybe that was all he had left just the ritual of remembering one drag at a time.
My whole day got lost in old memories every laugh every tear every heartbeat rewound.
Time’s pages like a hungry beast chewed on my scars with a sly smirk bit by bit till I wasn’t me anymore.
Each page of time like a vicious circle gnawed at old wounds with a devilish grin twisting tearing changing yet still alive.
The past isn’t just a ghost it’s a thief stealing pieces of me with a crooked smile leaving behind someone i don’t recognize.
Triggered into words my intuition.
You will never understand. This darkness is not a place you fall into its the corpse you slowly turn into.
I tried to fill it with prayers, with blood, clawing at every flicker of light. But this void it only consumes and now its hunger has become my very breath.
One night i didn't hear my own voice echo. But the silence between them is So deep... so absolute It sounded like death itself.
That's when I realized that this darkness was never my prison it was my mother's womb fom which I was never born. You are not the darkness You are the hollow space where light itself would rather die than be born.
Where others once found beauty in falling petals he saw only things too weak to hold on.
He didnt gather them. He crushed them. Not out of hatred—but out of memory. Because once only once he had believed in fragile things.
Now he believed in nothing. No redemption. Only wrath forged in silence and fed by betrayal.
And if petals ever fell again they would fall as ash scattered by the breath of a being who had become the storm.
They called it destruction.
But to him?
That was the whole point.
He was never born of flesh alone.
Something darker lived in his veins
a scream that was never silenced a fire that no god dared claim.
Now, he stood beneath a collapsing sky.
Rain poured but it did not cleanse it hissed against the heat of him.
Each drop that touched him steamed sliding from the sharp ends of his hair.
This was no boy. This was a storm wearing skin.
Thunder didnt strike around him it answered him. His roar tore through the clouds like a bladeand the sky recoiled afraid of what it had birthed and now could not contain.
From afar!
he sees her a boy stitched from the same dust
the same hunger in his ribs but something in him stirs.
He waits then silently he gathers the fallen flowers and with a sudden motion throws them over her a second rain not from the sky but from someone who understood the game she was playing.
And for a heartbeat there is no poverty no burden no world only petals and two souls too young to know sorrow yet wise enough to offer each other a moment of magic.
She a memory.
a child too small for the weight of the world
crushed between the millstones of poverty yet too young to name her pain too innocent to understand it.
On her path
scattered petals fallen from branches torn by the wind fragile things the world forgot.
She gathers them in tiny hands and with a breathless laugh tosses them into the air
letting them fall like rain upon herself
as if pretending for one moment
that joy was hers to summon.
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بَک رہا ہوں جُنون میں کیا کیا کچھ
Azazeel To Iblees
When inner chaos rejects the voice of truth
Pride forges its crown from the prayers it once denied
And sets upon it the flame of rebellion a jewel against the Divine.
He once worthy of paradise
Master of angels the hidden secret within their light.
Still walks in the echo of his own command
where defiance speaks like prophecy.
And the crown of pride!
It still burns upon his head not as shame.
But as the curse he chose to wear.
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Such a lovely ghazal lost in the faint call of my memory.
When inner chaos surrenders to the unity of truth
Pride finds no throne only a place to kneel
and call itself worship.
I rose not from sleep but from the breath of the Eternal
where the dream was not illusion but the echo of God remembering Himself through me.
Wounded by my own hand yet i denied the cure
Spoke of God’s love but never dared to speak to my own soul.
When my heart sinned i chose punishment over prayer
Craving mercy but becoming wrath upon myself.
I do not live in hell I AM HELL
A cathedral of rage wearing skin.
A god they couldnt cage so they tried to forget me. But I am the shadow behind every sun the heartbeat beneath every grave and the whisper that turns lovers into monsters.
You were the reason I burned.
Now you are the reason I reign.
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You wanted love.
I gave you an empire built on my bones.
You wanted peace.
I gave you my silence even when it bled screams.
You walked away i did not chase
I waited in the fire with teeth clenched
and hands still dripping with the ghosts i slaughtered for you.
Now there is no mercy left in me Only hunger.
Only the beautiful endless scream of vengeance made flesh. I dont dream of your return i own it.
Because no soul ever escapes me once it knows the taste of mine.
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I have descended into the hell of my own inferno
Not as a victim but as its lord
Rising from the ashes of love and hate alike
Commanding the flames that once sought to consume me.
In this kingdom of fire and shadow
I am both the torment and the master
Bound by a curse i wear like a crown
Forever burning forever ruling the hell i became.
My hatred burns in the same fire that once consumed my love
And my love is the poison that sharpens my hate.
I dont leave
Not by choice not by will
But because your soul is tangled with mine so deep that even distance feels like punishment i m doomed to endure.
I am no angel.
I am the demon chained to your name
Feeding on the ache of wanting what i can never truly have and cursed to burn in this endless hunger.
After a point! emptiness lives in every breath pain becomes a habit and even the toxicity feels like mercy.
He feels deeply yet kills without pause he builds sanctuaries yet destroys those who block the path. Love is his weakness and his weapon. He is haunted by the ones he could not save and feared by those who know how far he is willing to go. ArsalyShah is the embodiment of a dream born from pain a god in exile a beast with a conscience. To follow him is to be led by both mercy and fire.
He is not a man but a paradox sculpted in flesh where the brute survival of a cursed warrior collides with the chilling grace of a visionary king. He walks with the weight of a thousand regrets etched into his skin like old scars yet his eyes burn with the light of a future only he can see.he inherits the storm rage, loyalty, the unwillingness to surrender even when broken.
he inherits the sky ambition, strategy, and the unshakable belief that destiny bends to those bold enough to shape it. Within him lives the urge to protect and the will to conquer and each breath is a war between those instincts.
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