"goodnight"
The ink, paper and me
Sinking night, sealed jars and tea
Your hands are cuffed
Your notebook weeps
Dusty winds, coincidences and strawberries
Don't go to sleep, it's too early
You'll pay the price for every deed
You'll write again a note of goodbye for a tragedy🙂
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁
𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀
𝗚𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀
𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱
𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘆
𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 (":
Feeling lost.
Alone in a crowd. It feels like I can't trust anyone fully, my own self won't allow it. There is a fear that no one truly wants you the way you want them, and no one truly understands you, since you don't understand your ownself.
Everyone has gotten tired of listening to the same old song, and now when ever you feel low, you have to be alone.
Sleepless nights, this intense feeling of emptiness, as if I am losing my ownself.
Distancing myself from everyone seems like the only thing I can ... and I should do.
It's the worst feeling to love and hate someone at the same time. And it's hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same. Its crazy when you want to let go but you keep holding on, you wanted to move on but you are struck right where you started. When you have so many things to say but you don't know where to start.
You tell yourself it's not worth it, but if it really didn't matter, you wouldn't spend so much time thinking about it.
If you're Single, Trust me the Whatsapp is most boring app for you..
Subah Hogai Chlo Raat bhar overthinking Karne k baad so jaen 🙂
Walking on the edge
I felt like drowning
Drowning into a deep river
The water there was so black
Black like all the darkness was there
The darkness that could take every happiness away
The happiness, that was just an illusion
An illusion of my own self
My self,who was so tired
Tiredness like I lived thousands of years
Those thousand years of pain
The pain that was taking away my breathe
My breathe, oh am I even alive?
Fuck Dark, Me and my Homies have their future 😐
To how important it is to you. This is an ode to the writing worse than bad, worse than imagery and similies that make no sense, worse than a poem trying too hard to be more than itself. An ode to words you cringe at the next time you come back to them. An ode to verses you'd erase from this Earth if you could, even if it meant losing all your words. An ode to childish rhyme schemes and how they make you giggle. This is an ode to bad writing and all the places it'll take you.
This is an ode to all my bad writings. An ode to metaphors so clichè that you can't believe your own audacity - showing it to the world. An ode to the same old universe you see in your lover's eyes and an attempt at trying to pass it off as art. An ode to overused silences and trembling hands and chaped lips and nightmares clawing their way from under your bed. An ode to first loves and the corpses of butterflies they leave in your gut, the new definitions and bitter nostalgia they leave in their wake.
An ode to your rebirth, to the smell of ashes announcing your arrival in this new world. An ode to whatever your hands manage to write down when they have nowhere else to go. To whatever little sense they make to anyone else around you
' SORRY '
A word i hate to death!! Why? Well feels like this word allows you to hurt anyone or commit a sin willingly (intentionally) this word leads you to being Dead conscience. Doing these actions again and again intentionally and having that back in your mind that you will apologise with a word 'sorry' for your deliberate mistakes and everything will be be fine is shitty and toxic af.
-ع
Remind me
And when I lose myself in the maze of the ticking clock, remind me how precious that time was. And when I struggle to take the next step, remind me of how fascinating those long walks were. And when my vision fails to appreciate the dawn, remind me how beautiful that day was. And when I’m about to get blown into possibly an oblivion, remind me how I never lacked liveliness. Remind me how the darkness took over, and remind me how I prevailed. Remind me of who I was, and remind me of what I became. Remind me how we met, and remind me how captivated I was. Remind me that I know you, and how it made me question everything.
Remind me on my death bed.
Remind me.. for I may forget.
let bygones be bygones ...!?
Heaven or Hell
never sell your soul
it's the last thing you own
if you want
let bygones be bygones
Move on
Give up on thy past
regret never lasts
if you want
let bygones be bygones
I was the victim of hatred in the backyard of love
I was the victim of injustice in the backyard of love
But, I resisted the agents of disorder
I survived the chaos of depression
I'm released from the prison of past
I'm experiencing the tidal waves of the inner ocean
Deep inside the depths of this ocean
I found a child, full of innocence and compassion.
Love taught me who am I?
•••باھمت لوگ ہارہ نھئ کرتے یا تو وہ جیت جاتے ھے یا تو کچھ سیکھ جاتے ھیں
Venomous beat and my heart creeps!
Drop a judgemental statement here
I haven’t always been a good person.
In some lives, I’ve been toxic
In others, I’ve helped them reach the top
In some stories, I’ve been a bad friend.
In others, I’ve always been the best listener.
Part of growth is admitting that you weren’t always the better person in all the stories.
Part of growth is admitting that you weren’t always the victim🙂
People who immediately reply to your text are not desperate.People who immediately respond to your calls are not desperate. People who are always there for you are not always free or jobless. Maybe they understand what it feels like to be left alone when they need someone. Maybe they love you. Maybe they have made you a priority. Never take them to granted,never lose them. They are GOLD❤️
What are we supposed to speak?
What we are forced to speak.
Then we plant in a reservoir for regrets,
But fill with remorseful weep.
Fuck all those talents we’ve got,
We need a big score to please.
The folks try to ‘script’ us on our confidence
Like our life is a scornful ‘film’.
But, for what shall we give even one ounce
of shit to those dumb clowns
Who just try to turn down
each bit of us
"Sitting under the night sky with someone and talking about the secrets of the universe, philosophy, life, theories existence, wonders, fears, doubts and everything you love. Doesn't matter if you've known that person for 10 years or 10 minutes because that one person gets you and understands you in a way you never thought anyone could."
-This is what my heart and old soul yearns and craves.
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