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• Sheesha.
Dekhtay dekhtay yeh samaa tut ta Gaya,
Tumko panay ke aas main zehan bichta Gaya.
Ham nadaan thay k na samjh sakay un barreqiyoun ko,
Sada zindage ki chahat asliyat ko jhutlati rahi.
Tum jidhar raho khush raho is dua se dil rota hai,
Shayad aglay janam main Aik he mor p ham phir milain.
Tou jao aur bhooljao un raatoun ko,
Jab insaaan na raha tou muhabbat ka taqaza bik sa Gaya.
Aaj tumhain khush dekha tou afsurdagi se na the ham main,
Pyaar karnay walay dor se pyaar karna seekhtay gaye.
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Mumkin hai yeh raat jald he dhal jaye,
Shayad woh baat phir badal jaye.
Waday kiyay hamnay beshumaar,
Waqt anay pe sath yunhi phisal jaye.
Ham dartay thay ruswai se, tanhai sai,
Shayad koi saathi hamain bhe mil jaye.
Mauqay ki nazaqat in ranjishoun ko barha kyun deti hai?
Aisay Girnay se behtar, maut he kyun nai aa jaye?
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Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is a mere option.
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What’s there to wait for?
Crumpled by this gut-wrenching weight.
Saddened by this lie you’re shadowed with.
Hope is the demon behind the grand drape.
Trust no soul. Expect nothing but nothing.
Feast or become the feast.
They say after war comes peace.
Withered down by the head winds.
I look for an answer to fix my fear.
I’ll be left alone. Alone will I die.
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Please don't see just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies
Please see me reaching out for someone I can't see
Take my hand let's see where we wake up tomorrow
Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand
I'd be damned Cupid's demanding back his arrow
So let's get drunk on our tears and
God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young
It's hunting season and the lambs are on the run
Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
Who are we? Just a speck of dust within the galaxy?
Woe is me, if we're not careful turns into reality
Don't you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow
Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer
Turn the page maybe we'll find a brand new ending
Where we're dancing in our tears and
God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young
It's hunting season and the lambs are on the run
Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
I thought I saw you out there crying
I thought I heard you call my name
I thought I heard you out there crying
Just the same
God, give us the reason youth is wasted on the young
It's hunting season and this lamb is on the run
Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
I thought I saw you out there crying
I thought I heard you call my name
I thought I heard you out there crying
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
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Take that mask off.
I want to see the scars.
I’m tired of putting a show now.
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Tired of running out of luck.
What’s this force?
Why can’t it run with me?
I need a sign.
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and that was the moment he knew she’d never be his because though he built with his utmost pure love the walls, the foundation of hers rested on the soul of another
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Dadimaa left us on 12th July @ ~1 AM. Never knew this would be such a blow to me. In her last days she had little recollection of who was who. At times she’d recognize me and go like “kon hai yeh? Billi? Tum nokar hogaye(did you get a job?)”. I’d tell her how I’ve been back from studies since three years and she’d complain how I didn’t even celebrate it with her and demanded mithai(sweets). If only I could just go back spend some more time with her talk to her about how her time in India, about how she lived in a haveli where it took 3 minutes by car to get from entrance to the doorstep, how the entire migration was she used to love telling us stories. Every eid she’d give us just 20 rupees and we’d tell her how she needs to up the value since it meant nothing. She’d be like “chalo niklo, yeh dedo mjhay”. Back in the days when she was fit she’d call me up and bribe me with money enough to get pepsi for both of us and ask me not to tell my dad or else he’d be pissed at her. It was such a given. I’d open the door everyday and look at her right in front sitting on her takht(bed). I never said it enough but I loved her and I miss her so much.
After 27 years she gets to be buried next to her husband, my dada. Dada will be like “kyun bhai pasha begum, bohot dair se aye?”. I hope and I swear I’ll pray everyday that Allah gives you the highest ranks in paradise. I wish, oh Lord I wish I was a better grandson to you.
-Bilal
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