Only if it was possible
دل دیاں گلاں دل وچ رہیاں
A bonfire of dreams
I'll take what's mine
اب تو عادت سی ہے
People are not sincere
دل کے کسی کونے میں ہی یادیں تیری میں نے چھپا رکھی ہیں
کیا رازِ فتنہ ہے رخِ حسن و جمال میں
The only thing I hate about books is their price
یہ تو نے کیا غضب کیا مجھ کو بھی فاش کر دیا
تو بدل گیا یہ دکھ نہیں ، دکھ ہے ہمیں کیوں یاد ہے
Suicide is a permanent solution to temporary problems
You're not the main character of everyone's life, stop pretending to be one.
incapable of happiness, inseparable from my demons.
I am numb, a world of nothing, all feeling and emotion gone forever. I am a whisper that never was. Someone picked up the sun and pinned it to the sky again, but every day it hangs a little lower than the day before. It's like a negligent parent who only knows one half of who you are.
Death is something so unrivaled in it's creation, even if you experience it in dreams, it send shocks to your spine that how much more terrifying real death would be.
You're not real
Imagine me
master of my own universe
I am everything I ever dreamed of
a strange
ssssssssssortofthing
loneliness
it creeps up on you quiet
and still,
sits by your side in the dark, strokes your hair as you
sleep, wrapssitself around your bones squeezing
sotightyoualmostcan’t breathe almost can’t hear the pulse
racing in your blood as it rush, rushes up your skin
touches its lips to the soft hairs at the back of your neck
loneliness is a strangesortof thinga sstrangesortofthing an
old friend standing beside you in the mirror screaming
you’re notenoughneverenough never ever enough
sssssometimes it just won’t let go
تلخئِ کام و دہن کب سے عذابِ جان ہے
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