دُنیا سے متنفّر۔
This cotton dupatta is at war with gravity, it is standing up over my head like a balloon not resting, every breeze is turning it into a parachute, even my phone's screen is mocking me, as I can see the reflection. instead of elegance I ended up looking like a walking tent in protest.
🪂🧕🏼
Why did the rose wither so fast?
Are you gonna hate them forever?
No.
I'm gonna name them all "disappointments".
heart is trapped in a small cage.
There comes a time, not once, but many times, when you don’t crave healing anymore, you crave destruction, you don’t want to grow, but you want to fall, you want to ruin every soft part of you and become the baddest, coldest and evilest version of yourself.
حُسن اِتنی بڑی دلیل نہیں کہنے والے نے بھی حُسن کو دلیل تو مانا تھا، خواہ چھوٹی ہی۔
غبار چھٹ گیا
دُھواں کہیں بھٹک گیا
But the wound remains unhealed
We shout and cry, laugh and dance
Clinging to the silence we call love
Sharing solitude like it's sacred
Yet love doesn't exist
So do we!
دنیا سے ناراض۔
الجھن اور ذہانت، ایک ہی چوکھٹ کے دو کِواڑ ہیں۔
it'll get onto your nerves,
things will get settled down in a while,
just like these dust particles,
you'll find new roads,
Broader ways and wider skies
This generation is learning expression, and now we understand the reason our mothers chose suppression.
Something invisible is collecting over my heart and the shadows beneath my skin.
They show you their sorrows, their sufferings and when they strive so much for survival, they'll just tell you that they lived happily, without showing you what happiness really is. They shape our minds and portray happiness as an illusion of aim.
زندگی اور موت نامی دو دریا، بے بسی کے سنگم پر آ ملتے ہیں اور فاختہ کی چیخ پر سمجھوتے کی گرہ باندھی جاتی ہے۔
In our Desi households, we’re often guilt-tripped so frequently that it becomes absolutely essential to develop emotional intelligence not just as a skill, but as a survival tool. Without it, we risk getting stuck in a never-ending cycle of emotional confusion and pain, all because we dared to set a boundary.
The funny part---? traumatically trained members create an entire scene, playing the victim card.
*Remember!* You're not responsible for how they feel when you to set a boundary, specially when they have this pattern of blaming others and gaining sympathies.
~Jay
Even unconditional love demands conditions.
بغیر آواز کے، الفاظ کے انداز کی پہچان ہے، لیکِن پھر قدر نہیں؟ مقام نہیں؟
ہم اپنی زندگیوں کے خلا بھرنے کو ساتھ ہیں، شگاف بھر جائے تو کسے یاد رہتا ہے، کس پھول نے، کہاں، کب اپنی عمر واری تھی؟ بلکہ شگاف تو اس زعم میں اتراتا ہے کہ دیکھو میں نے اِس پُھول کو جڑیں مضبوط کرنے کو ٹھکانا دیا اور خلا بھرتا پُھول عمر کے ضیاع سے واقف ہوتے ہوئے بھی ناواقف رہ جاتا ہے۔
submitted by
uploaded by
profile:
Sorry! Ap apne item ya profile ko report nahi kar saktey, na hi apne ap ko block kar saktey hain