#one side love shayari

[creatingnikki]

as a hopeless romantic and with the heart of a poet you may think that it's inevitable to get over it — this heartbreak, this pain. if someone mattered to you this much, if everything with them meant so much, then how can you go on living without them? but there's nothing commendable about yearning for a love years later that could never manifest into something healthy, long term, and mutual in your life. unrequited love? one sided love? the one that got away? an almost lover? yeah at someone you gotta have to stop romanticizing that. you don't want material for shayari. what you want is to eventually move on and meet someone else and have a fulfilling and meaningful life because that's what is commendable. that's what is beautiful and that's what is poetic. a life well lived. a life well loved. not being hung up on one person or the idea of that person. the way our brains are wired is that you cannot really keep drowning in the memory of someone for over a year. if you decide to move on and let go at some point and go out there and meet other people, you will find someone who will make your heart smile again and whose jokes you will find funny and who will make you want to risk getting hurt again. it's honestly inevitable. so don't let them lie to you. don't let them make you believe that you have to live, if you are a romantic, if you have truly loved, as someone who never moves on. that doesn't make your love for that person any grander. it only makes your life less meaningful and more miserable. sadness can become a habit especially when it's sadness in love, or rather sadness in the lack of love. you can fall in love with that kind of sadness. you can glorify it. you can get so attached to it that you'd rather keep it than attempt at happiness in love again. don't be that person. love and let go and love yet again. the poetry is in that.

[maihonhassan]

What is one sided love?

"Ek lamhe kī tavajjoh nahīñ hāsil us kī, aur ye dil ki use had se sivā chāhtā hai."

- Parveen Shakir

[intellectual6666]

Main nahi chahta ki woh mera ho jaye, main chahta hu usey, behad chahta hu, bas itna usey khabar ho jaye

~ Shah

[krrishnaofficial]

🍁|| Kuchh Usne Jaane ki Zidd Kee Thi,

Kuchh Humne bhi Rokna Theek Ni Samjha ||🍁

[sephoradrafts]

وعدہ آپ کو چھوڑ آنے کا تھا۔ نصیحت آپ سے قمر پھیرنے کی تھی۔ مگر جہاں آپ کو چھوڑ کر مُڑنا تھا ہم وہیں سجدے میں گر کر آپ کا بچھڑا ساتھ مانگ آئے۔

"Waada aap ko chhor aane ka tha, Naseehat aap se qamar pherne ki thi. Magar jahan aap ko chhor kar mudna tha, Hum wahin sajde mein gir kar, aap ka bichhra saath maang aaye."

written by Sephora (via sephoradrafts).

[shehrekhayal]

[twinflamesloveandlight]

Kuch samjh nahi aa raha kya karu

rone ka mann kar raha, Dil baitha ja raha hai but ro bhi nhi paa rahi hu.. kisi se baat bhi karu toh bas dusro ki sun rahi actually sun bhi nahi rahi hu..ya fir bas sunne ki acting kar rahi hu..kyuki kuch samjh hi nahi aa raha hai.

Kuch samjh hi nahi aa raha hai aage kya karna hai..jindagi me kitna kuch karna hai mujhe kitna kuch paana hai lekin filhaal bistar tak se nahi utha ja raha hai..yeh likhte waqt mere haath kanp rahe hai yeh sab kyu ho raha hai mere sath yeh sab kab khatam hoga

Darr tha jis baat ka mujhe wahi hua..pata tha mujhe ki tum nhi pasand krte ho mujhe fir bhi aas lagakar baithi thi ki ek din karoge...

Ro bhi nhi sakti hu.. na hi mann halka karne ke liye apne dosto ko kuch bata sakti hu..jitni khushi ke saath unko tumhari aur meri baatein batati thi ab kis muh se batau unko ki baatein abhi ho toh rahi hai but kush nhi hu main kyuki tum khush ho kisi aur ke saath baatein karke..

Jo main tumhare liye mehsoos karti hu..jaise main tumhe apne paas chahti hu..waise tum bhi chahte ho bas farak itna hai woh main nahi..

sapno ki duniya se bahar aana pad raha hai shayad isliye kuch samajh nahi aa raha Ya fir isliye kuch samajh nahi aa raha hai kyuki tum mujhe samjha nahi rahe ho, adat ho gyi hai mujhe sirf tumhari baatein samjhne ki or ab aisa nahi ho raha aur ya fir isliye kyuki main tumhare alawa or kuch samjhna hi nhi chahti.

Itna soch liya h tumhe ki tumhare alawa kisi aur baat ko socho toh samjh hi nahi aati.

akhir me na tumhe samjh paayi na kisi aur baat ko, tumhi batao ki main kya karu..ki sab samjh aa jaaye mujhe..

[singhe913]

Pata tha sirf pyar kaafi na tha

Lekin aaj bhi dil mein naam

sirf tumhara tha

Makan bana toh lia tha, kisi aur ke saath

Par ghar aaj bhi dhoondhte hai teri un do bahon mein

Jo mujhe zor se pakadi thi

Aur duniya mein dukh chahe kitna bhi ho

Sukoon tha teri un do aankhon mei

Ek waqt tha

Jo tere aagosh mei

Zindagi bitane ke sapne dekhe the

Aur ab,

ankhon mei nami hai

ek aasu hai tere naam ka

Jise duniya se chhupa rakha hai

Ek yahi hai

Jo yakeen dilata hai

Ki hamare beech jo tha

Woh, Sach tha

Ek haseen fasana nahi.

[im-here-4-u]

तेरी जुदाई से डरता हूं, मुझे डरने दे

तुझसे बिछड़ कर मरता हूं,तो मरने दे!

तु मुझे प्यार ❤️ करे या ना करे

मैं तो करता हूं मुझे तो करने दे :)

[nazmechinu]

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[shayariwalii]

One Side Love Shayari in Hindi: एक तरफ़ा प्यार ऐसा प्यार है जिसमे सिर्फ किसी एक को ही इसकी कीमत चुकानी पड़ती है। अगर आपने कभी किसी से सच्चा प्यार किया हो लेकिन उन्होंने आपके प्यार को नहीं समझा और आप अब भी उन्हें बेइंतेहा प्यार करते हैं तो हो सकता है आपका एक तरफ़ा प्यार किसी न किसी दिन उनका ह्रदय पिघला दे। सच्चे और एक तरफ़ा प्यार की यही ताकत होती है की वह बिना कुछ किये बहुत कुछ कर जाता है। आपके इस प्यार के लिए यहाँ One Sided Love Shayari Hindi Mein दी गयी है। यह शायरियां आपके प्यार को और गहरा करने में सहायक होंगी।

[maihonhassan]

Read this line somewhere;

“Ishq tou hota hi ek tarfa hai, jo do tarfa ho usay qismat kehte hain.”

And we’ll relate this.

[scribblesbyavi]

There are many epics of SRK when it comes to the romance genre but Om Shanti Om is my all time favourite and no other Bollywood movie comes close to this one. May be because it shows how to love someone selflessly and with that much passion.

People take this film as a love story and no doubt it is, but this story is not about mutual love, but the one sided love of Om. You see, Shanti never loved Om that way. From what I believe she took him just as a friend. As she was already married. She didn’t even realise. It’s a different thing that the person she loved and married turned out to be evil but Om even after knowing that she will never be his, he went to save her and died in the process. Sheer tragedy.

I don’t think stories like these will ever exist in the real world and that too a mutual one. A hopeless romantic like me will die craving for something like this and it’s okay if I don’t find that in this lifetime because these are mere concepts. We don’t get what we want. May be we get what we need. How can we be sure about that? And sometimes we get something which we have to build with lots of effort and dedication. But we run away from it. May be when we finally find that connection we shouldn’t give up, because if we do we will lose out on something rare by treating it as ordinary. But everything’s a theory?

Like I’ve always said, love stories are beautiful in the fictional world - in books, films, poems and songs. They rarely exist in the real world. And those rare stories are so beautiful and heart touching. They fill us with warmth and hope.

Is liye ye bohot zaroori hai ki hum art banate rahein, kahaniyaan likhte rahein, nazm aur shayari sunate rahein aur gaane gaate rahein.

Kyun ki kahin to humein pyaar ko zinda rakhna padega.

Aisa pyaar jo humesha ke liye ho.

Avis

[krrishnaofficial]

🍁|| Dil Dukha Kar Kahan Tak Jaoge,

Yaha nahi toh wahaan hisaab chukaoge ||🍁

[sephoradrafts]

پر کچھ یوں ہوا کہ، چھوڑ تو آئے تمہارا ساتھ” پر کچھ یوں تھام لیا دل نے تیرا نام، کہ جہاں بھولنے کی مانی، “وہیں ہم نے تہجد کی نماز پڑھ ڈالی۔

“Par kuchh yun hua ke, chhor toh aaye tumhara sath,

Par kuchh yun thaam liya dil ne tera naam,

ke jahan bhoolne ki maani,

Wahin hum ne "tahajjud ki namaz parh daali.”

written by Sephora, (via sephoradrafts).

[ramayantika]

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬: 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

(Apna apna sab choose karlo 👀)

Bharatanatyam

The girl in red and gold. Never steps out of the house without a bindi, loves the sun a little too much and gets the perfect golden hour photos. Will drag you out in the sun to prove that her hair is brown. Looks no less than a goddess in traditionals, rocks desi wear as well as western, always the best dressed in the room and sometimes the overdressed one. A walking saree encyclopedia, dreams to have a large wardrobe just for her sarees. Will also lend you some of her sarees and drapes them so well. If you are wearing a saree for a date, ask her for help. Reads a lot of detective books maybe, ranging from Sherlock Holmes to Feluda. Has learnt martial arts too, armed with wit, got the best comebacks and will fight for her friends. Highly intimidating when you meet her first until you get to witness the soft sunshine version of her. Photogenic, loves the camera, could also be a model. Her walk radiates power and confidence. Ambitious and full of ideas, commands attention easily with a snap of ger fingers. Heads turn at her when she enters the room, an eloquent speaker because she is well read. Tries to spread happiness in her own ways, knows everyone in her neighbourhood, is friends with everyone, right from the little kids to the oldies in the park, the Mother hen of her group. Loves puppies and will cry while watching cute puppy videos. Cooks delicious dishes and watch her lash out if she finds out that you skipped breakfast. A pure soul, too kind and generous for the world and does her best in spreading happiness around her.

'It's honestly a choice which we have to make. We can choose to see everything as cold and heartless around us or start seeing at the brighter side of things. Trust me, the latter is a better choice. Why would someone want to live such a miserable life laced with bitterness and resent. I know I cannot singlehandedly make everything right in the world, but I can surely make a difference in at least a single person's life? Why focus on things at the greater scale when we can make changes that should starts from us?"

Odissi

The shy girl next door, writes poetry in her rough notebook, hopeless romantic and a daydreamer. For her, outing means a visit to the temple. Ardent admirer of all types of art, stares at temple sculptures and statues, and is also a history lover. Pink lip gloss, jasmine flowers and a doe-eyed beauty. Makes flower jewellery and will gift you many of her own works if you are her friend. Wears light coloured clothes and minimal accessories, light feminine, crushes over book characters and will make you see the best traits in yourself but forgets to look at the good in herself. Recites romantic poetry in front of the mirror and pretends to be someone's muse, replaces herself with the characters in period dramas Has gorgeous hair but will always keep them in a messy bun, but god when she lets her hair down, she looks like an angel. Her social life includes playing with children and narrating them stories and fairytales.

'His lips gently follow the trail of the small dots of sandalwood paste on her back. It forms a serpentine path on her skin and ends on the curve of her waist where his lips gently caress her soft skin, delighted at the treasure gifted by the perfumed trail.'

"You haven't even held hands with a boy and yet you can come up with this? How?"

"Oh, it's nothing. You have to see my writing journal and you will definitely believe that I am well versed in the arts of love."

"Arts of love? Who uses that?"

"Me. Now come, let's watch Jodha Akbar."

"Again?!"

Kathak

Kurtis and Anarkalis. Has long hair that is half of the time braided. Might also wear a parandi at events. Shayari aur ghazalein, listens to old Bollywood songs late at night under the moon on the terrace. Star gazing, late night deep conversations, vintage clothing, would write you hand written love letters. Knows hindustani music, sings late at night and sometimes in the early hours of dawn. Aankhon mein gehra kajal jise dekh na jane kitne uske aashiq bann gaye, deep eyes that will stare into your soul, loves to wear red lipstick and will wear silver jewellery with every outfit. To win her heart? Take her jhumke shopping. She is the desi pinterest aesthetic. Bases her personality on Sahibjaan from Pakeezah, Anarkali from Mughal-E-Azam, Umrao Jaan and Chandramukhi from Devdas. Has desi aesthetic moodboards on Pinterest and lives like it too minus the havelis and lots of expensive jewellery. If you are a poet, she will end up proposing you.

'जो मेरा नाम अपनी शायरी में अमर कर दे

मरूंगी तो केवल उस शायर के नाम'

"Umrao jaan 2.0 apni pariksha ki taiyari kare aapke non existent premi kavi ya shayar marks nahi dilayenge"

"Tauba tauba sara mood kharab kar diya"

Kuchipudi

Was made to learn dance and music as a child, knows how to play the veena or the sitar well, cannot sing but will play the instrument for you if you ask. Gold jewellery? No. Silver jewellery? No. Pearls? Absolutely! An all rounder, academically brilliant as well as in extra-curriculars, perfectionist and will breakdown at the slightest inconvenience. Loves to go on long walks, sunset photography, has a collection of journals and hauls stationary items. Collects fallen flowers and keeps them inside her books. soft smiles, long artistic fingers that always have ink spots, a small but a close friend group, wishes on flowers, so quiet that you might not her speak at times, notices the minute things about her friends and the people she meets. Looks too long into the mirror and loses herself, has too many questions but will never ask. Has pretty crazy dreams that could become book plots.

"Do you ever stare at your eyes in the mirror for a very long time? Do you feel your reflection change? Those eyes that look back at you... they have so much to say, they carry so many secrets inside them even though at a superficial level, it might seem that your reflection and you are the same, but it's not. When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel it's not me. I am not her nor am I anyone else. I feel I am a part of the galaxies, of stars and planets and of souls -- that I have existed here a long time ago and I have been reborn again for unknown reasons, reasons that somewhere my would would know. Do you not feel the same?"

Kathakali

Athletic, into sports, highly dramatic, can and will recite film dialogues at every situation, has a larger than life attitude, grand gestures and celebrations for her favourite people as well as for herself, always brimming with energy even at 3am, colourful flashy clothes that make her stand distinct from everyone, make-up game on point, a HUGE foodie, takes you to the best eateries and restaurants, indulges in pranks and all sorts of harmless mischief that makes her endearing, expresses everything just with her eyes. You can't say no to her because she will conjure such a facial expression that it would be difficult to say no which is why she gets away with mischief. Will debate about literature and philosophy, has a lot of knowledge about historical texts and scriptures, can easily make you laugh by imitating characters from stories and tales. Will also spam you with her thoughts and opinions on text and if you are in her close friend circle, keep your phone on because she will immerse herself about the latest book she read. Races with kids from her colony and lets them win, gully cricket vali didi, street smart, procrastinates assignments until the deadline is knocking at the door. Knows the secret spots in the city as well as their stories, has the best horror stories to narrate at a campfire.

"I know it's 2am, but is it okay if-"

"Even if I say no, you will tell me, but I am interested. Speak."

"What if all the characters in our epics were us, I mean like us normal human beings who achieved greatness and such divine status because of their work and somehow maybe that was the truth, but with time, we began thinking that we are not capable of becoming like them so we decided that we would take the credit of their hard work and replace it with magical powers and worship them, but not try and become like them? And somehow so many ideal kings, queen, warriors and artists when then look at us from heaven want us to achieve the same level of greatness like them? But they are sad that we think so less of ourselves? I am not denying God's presence though, don't get me wrong on that. I am talking about all the great people from stories that have been passed down to us. I do appreciate the creativity and imagination of the writers and poets involved, but what if we are actually failing to look more deeper into it. What if they want us to go beyond the veil of imagination in those stories and find ourselves in them?"

Manipuri

One word: Ethereal. Doesn't look like she belongs to this world. You saw her first at a waterfall, dressed in white and red shades, mostly prefers pastel shades, makes beautiful flower bouquets, has got a very melodious voice and when she sings by the waterfall with the swans sitting beside her, she appears like a water nymph. Playful eyes, whispers words, will wink and smile at you before disappearing into a run. She walks as if she is floating, got the lightest feet, soft dewy skin, nature's daughter. Sings before the Gods in temples, always has a peacock feather with her, makes one wonder if she is a human or someone divine, wants to live in a cottage overlooking lush green hills.

"Ironic isn't it that beauty, riches, pride, nothing shall exist in the end because we shall go back to mother nature, Prakriti? I shall be ash, a small heap of ash in the future and my stories, my experiences, the beauty which people love to talk about, nothing will exist. Even when humans leave a piece of land, they think it shall be dead and decayed, but they have forgotten Prakriti's nature. She is nourishing and a healer. She shall be the only one remaining."

Mohiniyattam

Loves to sit by a riverbank, serenity, looks at you as if she knows everything about you even about the words you shall speak next, mysterious vibe, doesn't trust anyone easily, lotuses are her favourite. Who is the girl standing waist deep in the river looking at the moon? Loves to wear alta on her hands and feet, wears anklets, longing side glances, perfectly arched eyebrows, dances in the rain, photographs everything, a natural charmer, goes to museums and coffee. Date ideas? Boat rides for evenings. A very private person, doesn't reveal much about herself, contemplates about Life and the Universe, space geek, stars are her friends.

When I look at you, at your great depths, I marvel at the power you have subdued while flowing through the land of Man. Born from the great peaks of mountain ranges, like a young girl who is pulsating with energy, you flow down your father's abode. Were you aware of your strength then? You cut through rocks, found your way through dense forests, and finally emerged into our land. We took you granted, knowing you shall forever exist for us, that you shall always nurture our bodies, our minds and our souls, until we witnessed your dance of death.

I wondered how Lasya, the feminine style of dance, also known as Goddess Parvati's style of dancing could be destructive? You swirled to great heights. With each turn, your colour darkened, absorbing the green from trees, the white from clouds, yellow from the sun, blue from the dawn and purple from sunsets. In the end your colour changed to brown and grey as you engulfed everything we held dear. You ultimately showed your hidden strength that you possesses in the days of girlhood until you heard us wail and weep. Motherhood came back to you, and with time, you began nursing us once again. The city repaired itself, we began learning about the secrets of life and death on your banks and children played with your gentle waters. And then you longed for love, so you advanced towards the sea, merging with its grand form. Once, I used to see it as a way of losing your entire identity, but now I see it as being one. You nourish man in the city and then with your dear love, the mighty sea, you nourish the life that resides inside water. I would like to be something like that.

"Is that why you spend so much time at the river?"

"Yes."

Sattriya

Plays the flute, the most non violent human, will never get angry, calm voice that might lead you to deep sleep. Nobody has seen her even glare at someone. Gold jewellery, squints at the sun, sings devotional songs for Krishna, cannot eat spicy food, lives in the hills, will definitely win if you race against her in the hills, knows quiet spots to appreciate the valleys. Has a great deal of knowledge about herbal medicines, one touch and you will feel that the pain is gone. Has Diy skin care methods ready, gives the best oil massage, cold hands in winter, looks adorable when covered in a shawl, red cheeks that appear like natural blush, makes the best tea.

"Close your eyes, open your ears and your mind too. You might begin to understand the language of the hills. They will send you messages of rain clouds, soft kisses of wintery breeze, fragrance of spring and gently warmth of the sun. Sometimes, if you look closely enough, you might get to know who you are in this world in front of them."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 ‧͙⁺ ˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙◌

I DID IT :D

Even though it's based on dance, but everyone isn't into dance, so i did try my best to make it inclusive and ofc i had to write these paragraphs because I felt more creative lol (just to sum up the vibes maybe that's why) It was a bit tricky to make for Sattriya and Manipuri. I looked up some articles and then some Assam and Manipur tourism videos and also some of theri dance videos too for this. Now I mentioned some of rhe traits and stuff based on the dancing history and the repertoire plus also from the place where it belongs too

Tell me your favorite one and which one you relate to the most.

Shoutout to @remen-nyoodless for the hindi lines

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