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He came as if he was a soul for my soul

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— Nizar Qabbani, from “Arabian Love Poems: From The Book of Love; ‘I Hadn't Told Them About You'”, trans. Bassam K. Frangieh and Clementina R. Brown.

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apne hathon ki lakeeron mei saja le mujh ko

mein hun tera tu naseeb apna bana le mujh ko

- qateel shifai

feelingsoftheday

Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them not to.

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donclairenf

Pokus lang self.

tahoori

He prays for her every night,

She prays for him every night.

Unaware that Allah swt has already written both their names next to someone else.

nothingisfrvr

infinitelyhisgirl

yin yang ~

∞

msexplorer

christinatrippp

💔 some day I’ll find the right person 🌈

weltenwellen

Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems

thegoodvybe

mujheyaadrakhna

“I have photos to take with you,

I have happinesses to feel with you,

I have heart to beat with you,

I have songs to listen with you,

I have smiles to share with you,

I have travels to go with you,

I have sky to look with you,

I have rains to get wet with you,

I have movies to watch with you,

I have body which wants to be touched by you,

More beautifully, I have a life to spend with you.”

mujheyaadrakhna

You’ve waited for him a lot. You’ve look forward him to come, you watched the roads from window with the cup full of coffee in your hands. You’ve wrote letters, I know you love writing a lot. Time was passing by you’ve started to tell your problems to walls, you’ve started scream to the walls. You’ve wanted to plant his favorite flowers but you had no idea which was his favorite flower then you’ve planted your favorite instead of his and you watered that flower with your love, you’ve let that flower grow with your endless love. You’ve never lost your hope, you’ve been always saying “he’ll be back one day” but he has not come. He has not read your letters. Look, can’t you see? He has not walked in the walls that you’ve been watching for his arrival. You’ve started to talk to walls more than you used to. The flowers you’ve planted have been faded, they’ve died. But you’ve never stopped loving him. It was like you were dancing with the music which was not playing for you.