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pockets are empty, dreams on hold
bills stack high, and the nights feel cold i chase the hours, but they slip away working for pennies, day after day
i need the money, it’s all i can see freedom’s a price that’s too high for me counting the minutes, waiting for more but the struggle’s the same as the day before
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Kahlil Gibran to Mary Haskell (1914)
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Why?
"I like you" "really?! why?" "why?" you ask How could I not fall for you? Your presence made me feel at ease in all the chaos, Your voice is like a beautiful song, that I could listen to forever So, yes I liked you If people ever ask me "Why him?" I won't be able t answer to any of them For if I started telling them " Why" I like you I wouldn't stop "sometimes you just don't need a reason to like a person", they say But for me there are countless reasons Yet I will still say, I like you without a reason For if I started counting all these reasons It would take me forever. ~Khushboo💌
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ki haq se farishton ne 'iqbaal' ki ghammazi
To God the angels did complain ʹGainst Iqbal and did say
gustakh hai karta hai fitrat ki hina-bandi
That rude and insolent is he, Nature he paints much brightly
khaki hai magar is ke andaz hain aflaki
Though born of mud and water, yet a god assumes to be:
rumi hai na shami hai kashi na samarqandi
Not bound to any home or land, of earthly ties is free
sikhlai farishton ko aadam ki tarap us ne
To throngs of Heaven he has taught, like man, to fret and pine
aadam ko sikhata hai aadab-e-khudawandi
To clay‐made man he fain would teach the wont and mode divine
- Allama Iqbal
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"The stars will guide me home."
-Wing
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Whispers of Red and Blue.
Early morning, the cool breeze revives the soul, making me forget all the suffering my skin endured from the heat of the flames that lasted for days and weeks.
Did the heat begin after you left? Or had it always been there, unnoticed?
The gradients of blue in the sky, from the highest heights to where it kisses the earth a red ray emerges.
The red appears out of nowhere, stealing the spotlight.
Does the blue envy it?
Even though blue commands the vastness of the sky and is a masterpiece with its shades and brilliance, red overwhelms and shines...
The blue resembles all our memories together, and the red is how it all ended.
Red is my betrayal and my pain.
Red is the color of my words when I applauded someone.
Red is the color of my heart as I speak to you despite all the blue.
Red is a final attempt, unnoticed by its creator that it was the last. Red was a white lie, or perhaps something I wanted to give to you. Are you the blue, and I the red? Or were you the red all along?
You push my love away, reject it, yet it remains a part of you, with all its shades, clinging to you, making you unique.
Was the sky beautiful with its turquoise-red hue? Or was it terrifying like raging flames?
Don’t ask me if I want to be blue or red, because I don’t want to be a glowing sky.
I want to be the cool breeze that revives the soul, but not his soul.
I want God to make me like the breeze that destroyed every denier when Moses grieved.
But I want to be cool and peaceful, like the wind that saves the believers in the hereafter.
Can Moses' sorrow be compared to mine? Or his love to my love?
Moses wandered in a limitless desert, and I wandered in a love that does not exist.
I’m tired of the 'what ifs,' but what if we united and became a shade of purple, seen only at the end of the day ?
Visible not to the farmer, nor the laborer, but to a lover and a poet, worn out by words, staying awake through the nights, and a lover exhausted by the 'what ifs.'
I will not forgive you if you were whoever you were, even if it was what it was, whether in the early morning or at the end of the day.
-S.D
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I beg to meet someone who survives it
- nikki howard, @laddersofsweetmisery
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Funny thing about humans,
They get used to anything.
Even despair and suffering.
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Let me live.
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When Everything Fails
Most days, I want to scream— when life feels like a crumbling dream, when the weight piles on, stone by stone, and every burden, I face alone.
Things fall apart, piece by piece, and hope, like smoke, begins to cease. But just as shadows start to win, a single light finds its way in.
A stranger's smile, a gentle word, small kindnesses I once unheard, they spark a warmth, deep and clear, reminding me that someone’s near.
It’s funny how a little grace— a simple gesture, a friendly face— can shift the ground beneath your feet, and make despair almost feel sweet.
In those moments, soft and rare, I feel a peace beyond compare. One small act, a touch so kind, and the tangled world unwinds.
So if you see someone fade, lost in shadows, feeling frayed, remember, love, it doesn’t take much light for a soul to wake.
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i became a crybaby after you died
the grief hit hard, and i couldn’t hide every little thing made me break and weep memories of you cut deep in my sleep
but tears, they heal in their quiet way slowly, i’m learning to face the day though you're not here, your love still remains guiding me gently through all of the pain
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In essence, it's a way of saying, "I care about you and what you have to say. Please share your experiences with me."
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HIM
I liked you since I caught you staring at me, I saw you in the computer lab, busy completing practical. The eyes that sparkled, Melted my heart before I asked. The world got blured, when I looked at you, Smiling in the frame, that captured you My mind knows, I never mattered to you (maybe) But this heart can't stop falling for you. You pass through the corridors once or twice, My heart goes searching for the millionth time. The wind whispers into my ears, There he goes the man, among the peers. All my diary pages are bored of me, Hearing the longest monologues for praising thee. My heart is awaiting for the day to come, When I have the guts to say- "I like you". ~Khushboo💌
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I will be great in the way the tree roots
Grip the earth, unwilling to let go
Until the world swallows me whole
With the skies drifting in my mind
My blood boils down into iron
Made just for me to write
Scriptures with a sword
In the blink of an eye; a light years time
I will run between and throughout
Observed and dissected
I will never die
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Dead orchestra
All at once
Like an orchestra
In a single second
Our song is endless
And it has no beginning
Perhaps we were written for each other from the start
Our stage is life itself
This entire galaxy could be our stage With me as the only audience
I’m the only one standing at the end of the galaxy on a star, clapping and crying.
I wished I had a partner to listen with me and comment
Maybe if there were an audience, they would have pointed out the mistakes in the orchestra
A long song Its stage a galaxy, with no audience. A girl with disheveled hair told me yesterday, perhaps I bought the ticket at the wrong time.
I didn’t talk to her to know if the theater was ever full.
I didn’t talk to her to know if she ever listened to the song at all
If I had two lives, I would listen to the song in both
If I had two galaxies, I would rent them out as a stage for the song
If I were beautiful at all, I would invite the conductor to my home
It felt like loving a song that is a body rather than a melody in the air
Can you be angry at something you’re madly in love with?
Can you love something and be obsessed with it But every breath of it stirs feelings of irritation within you ?
Every breath of air has struck me while I was in your theater listening to your songs
It has tossed me to another star with its ebb and flow until I no longer know where I am
The stars I swing between are not adjacent They take me to colorful and white worlds.
They make me fly, then cradle me like a small child
They shake me strongly, then lull me to sleep. They make me wish for all the galaxies to play them. I feel a beautiful dizziness.
I feel a beautiful dizziness.
I really don’t live like other people
Nor do I see things the way they do
I see everything behind a distorted mirror with strange shapes
It magnifies and shrinks things according to its mood.
The breezes that hit my right cheek are like musk when the conductor raises his hand and then quickly lowers it
The stage stretches across a galaxy, but despite that, the echo of the air reaches me
I’m not beautiful enough to captivate the conductor.
I say it once and then repeat it, maybe because I had many similar thoughts while I was there.
I never get bored there.
The ticket has no time there.
Money is worth nothing there.
I live there, maybe I’m trapped.
Maybe I really love the song, maybe I just got used to being there.
Maybe two years have made me forget who I am outside the theater’s door.
Maybe I fell in love with the conductor.
Maybe I was just led by my desires and maybe... That musk has numbed me forever.
All at once.
How can we write each other's names randomly in one second
How can we search for each other randomly in one second
How can we be so connected, yet I’m not addicted to you?
How can I not sit here and listen to the song forever
If prison were this sweet, I’d be a criminal sentenced to death who was pardoned with life imprisonment
I don’t want to be expelled from the theater, but I will be expelled one day or tomorrow.
I don’t want to finish writing this text because I… don’t want any date written on this worn-out ticket in my hand.
The ticket for which I don’t know the price.
I don’t want the song to end, nor do I want to think about tomorrow.
I pray to God that it never ends… ‘All at once.’
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Yin & Yang
*thunderstorm noise*
The savior (whose?), so disastrous,
you left us with nowhere to wonder.
So often, I find this gracious.
To be left with just a pen and note under.
The noise you make,
Us unruffled, but tremble the small.
Perhaps too much to take
For they still yearn, in thrall.
You grace the floral,
Almost like a replenishing beat.
They will forever be loyal
To be graced by your kind deeds indeed.
The globe is blessed;
Your presence is magical.
You may be violent
But you are inevitably essential.
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