#Huda S. Maqbool

[roohulreyah]

The emptiness crawls deeper into you, The hollowness awakens stronger by midnight, The slow breaths that ever so softly leave you, The ghostly shadows keep searching for the light,

— Huda S. Maqbool

[roohulreyah]

“The feeling of sharing someone’s childlike and deepest yet most raw form of emotion makes you understand what it means to be a human.”

— Huda S. Maqbool

[roohulreyah]

“The world seems to move, to thrive with such ease, while here I am at a halt — stuck at a point, ceasing to exist.”

— Huda S. Maqbool

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[roohulreyah]

The deeper you see some people, the more you fall in love with them,

because of all the ashes that their insides have turned into, you find them collecting and caressing each one of the ashes only to hold them like a lamppost burning more in their own fire to let no one else be succumbed to darkness like their soul had to taste.

[roohulreyah]

— Huda S. Maqbool

[roohulreyah]

The shore where the sky melts into dusk, is where I last saw the speckles of warmth, rolling farther from me, aiming for luck.

[roohulreyah]

“But life will always have its own trail for you to follow.”

—Huda S. Maqbool

But life will always have its own trail for you to follow. No matter how glorified and meant-to-be the path you're headed on seems, there will always be a dusty dark road that will appear out of nowhere, silently waiting for your meek steps to acknowledge it and leaving you drained of all your energy—because what is life if not wandered through its dusty turmoiling sands, what is life if not wavered by its swells of darkness arising from beneath, what is life if lived and lived all smooth.