If you shut down your brain and give all the power to your heart, what does it tell you? Take my hand and let go of everything, what should stay will stay.
Don't fight your emotions, let them rain. A shower of meteorites built from your inner thoughts. What a beautiful picture that is, you are pain-free. Trust your instincts, you can survive this and more.
Breathe in, breathe out. Count to ten and see with your hands. Nothing is real anymore. The pain is gone and life is bright.
Losing is growing. Losing is cleaning. Losing is improving. Lose gracefully what you have to lose.
Your happiness is within you, not in their hands. Your peace is within you, not in their comments.
عشق سمجھے تھے جس کو وہ شاید.
تھا بس اک نارسائی کا رشتہ.
میرے اور اُس کے درمیاں نکلا.
عمر بھر کی جدائی کا رشتہ.
ishq samjhy thy jisko wo shyd.
tha bas ik narasai ka rishta.
mery or us k darmiyan nikla.
umer bhar judai ka rishta.
حفیظؔ اپنی بولی محبت کی بولی۔
نہ اردو نہ ہندی نہ ہندوستانی۔
yahi wajha ha urdu ma afsananigari pr hindun ko kal hasil tha or aj b un k kiya howay kam ka koi sani nahi.
Urdu k sub sa baray afsana nigar
"Munshi prem chnd" or "Amrita Pritam Rao" hn.
magar hindu baradari na kabhi urdu ko apna nahi samjha hamesha isy muslimano ke zuban he samjha ha.
I'm no elgant beauty
I'm a person heavily
Scarred and wounded..
Few unhealed few burning..
But yes I've eyes that are a window
Straight to my soul..
Eyes that show that my soul even
After being tattered has some
Goodness left in it..
And that.. I call that beauty..
I've lost my smile
Somwhere in my
Way to growing up..
If you find it anywhere
Could you please flash
It my way and send it
To my address??
Somehow there is so much we miss.
Even if we look closely at our views.
I certainly can tell you all that this
Is rather interesting, unsettling news.
I have a sense that there is much I miss.
Even though I try so hard to actually see.
It’s as though they’re but a sweet wish
That I glimpse but catch only fleetingly.
The heart and brain both are mine,
Still I can't decide whom to pick and whom to dodge this time.
My thoughts are loud and clear but my but my heart does not care!
Is it compulsory everytime to pick what is conventionally right? How do I know I'm unable to decide.
You call one logical and other emotional. Is it correct to label everytime ?
They say think wisely use your head not your heart .
But this time I would battle it right and choose both but half half.
Tempest She Knew
The tempest under her skin brewed,
and while nobody could see it,
she always felt it hidden within her somewhere,
somewhere deep and dark and unexplored.
Where worlds orbit around her mind,
wild with ideas and possibilities.
Was it fate,
Does it toy with souls this way,
A chance meeting to early to stay,
A glimpse of something in a drunken gaze,
Progression possible if I had of stayed?
Moments waned, aloofness strayed,
Unclear of how it should of played,
As the days start to fade,
Images begin of what could of been made,
A touch, a kiss,
Hands grasped in a moment of bliss,
Aren't hearts made to beat for this?
He was in search of his true half. A love that'll see no end. He travels the world with this crazy idea. "We all have someone out there." He tries. Again and again. Over and over. His love must be somewhere!
The fake ones, the scared ones, the lost ones. He would let them play with his heart because he knows that none of them could cut his heart out. Before even meeting them he had forgiven them. Hence, the longevity of his quest and his peace.
"Heartfelt love where are you at? Can not you see my light? My heart is chanting to your soul. Infinity times infinity. Always and ever."
He is in love and he believes. His better half awaits. He is in search of a new land to welcome his hopeful ve...
Diferentes sentimientos en tan poco tiempo.
Muchos lugares con recuerdos lindos.
No hubo peleas ni malos entendidos por la falta del transcurso del tiempo.
Tengo la sensación que vas a desaparecer y no quiero ilusionarme.
No quiero llorar por alguien que no me va a valorar.
Sos un bonito recuerdo.
You’ve asked me to leave,
I refused to do so.
I wish, you stayed too.
I was simply a word
Hanging out there in space
Until you walk into my life
And defined me.
How do you see her?
Oh, poet do tell us how your woman looks like...
— like a dervish whirling in trance
Those delicate bends and curves
Adorned with tinkling anklets
Peeping out of the flare of her skirt
Bends the knees of every men,
Bowing to the charisma of her twinkling smile on those lush lips
Those beautiful arresting eyes under the fan of those lashes.
The splendour of long tresses swirling around her
she looks like the poetry
I scribbled on her heavenly body.
I happen to love too much and love too fiercely.
I lead my own way in this path of self-destruction.
After rain and storm,
There's always the sun and the deep blue sky,
And the moon and all those stars at night,
All will be allright,
When times get rough,
Search for the silence and peace inside,
There will be light,
You are ok, take that from me,
Don't fight so hard like you do sometimes,
All you need is the air that you breathe,
You will make it, you are alive!
“You drive me crazy”
— can I have this on loop.
Echoes of your words
And the brush of your whispers
Still lingers on my skin.
You painted me with the hues of you...
It was not a love story
Just a fragment of a moment
That happened at a moment
She talked like a bird who had been quiet for long
Went on chirruping to assure,
she still has a voice in her little throat
For he opened a world to her
Sensual and exciting
Inciting her to take that leap—
They were destined to meet
For they have driven each other crazy.
Words spoken, Smiles shared—
—a dire need to taste them on her lips
On her skin
Does that blush travels down her cheeks to her neck
—deep into the flesh
Irresistible touch, addictive whispers
Now she yearns and clings to hope
—For a moment when that moment will come.
To be lost like marooned on an island of desires so sinful...