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I won't block your number in case you need someone who loves you.

When Sally Rooney wrote, “I am not a religious person, but I do sometimes think god made you for me.” And Emily Brontë wrote, “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” And Paulo Coelho wrote, “I realised that he was my other half , created just to be with me, and I with him.”

khaanahbadoshiyaan

دعا کرو کہ کسی کا نہ دل لگے تم سے

Pray that no heart ever grows attached to you

لگے تو اور کسی سے لگا ہوا نہ لگے

And if it does, may it not be tied to someone else

- Jawad Sheikh (جواد شیخ)

khaanahbadoshiyaan

شوق ہے اس دل درندہ کو

This savage heart has a desire;

آپ کے ہونٹ کاٹ کھانے کا

To bite and devour your lips

- Jaun Elia (جون ایلیا)

literaryvein

L. V., excerpts from the epilogue

weltenwellen

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

oldwinesoul

mi amor

inkandpaperstuff

When you are in so much love that for you, they seem to be the most beautiful person in the world:

teri surat se hai aalam mai baharoun ko sabat

teri ankhon ke siwa duniya mai rakha kya hai

And then after مُحبت there comes a stage when they're in your duas. You want them, so you ask for them:

tu jo mil jae to taqdeer nigoun ho jae

youn na tha maine chaha tha faqat youn ho jae

And then there's a realization that no matter what, it's just you and only you:

laut jati hai idhr ko bhi nazar kya kijiye?

ab bhi dikash hai tera husn, magar kya kijiye?

lowfaith

I Am Aquarius (but That Doesn’t Mean I Float)

I am Aquarius.But don’t mistake that for magic.I’ve just learned to keep my hands in my pockets so I don’t reach for things that always leave.

They say I’m detached

sure.

I’ve been detaching since birth.Umbilical cord, lovers, cities, years.I don’t even flinch when people walk out anymore.I just adjust the silence.

I love like a whisper and vanish like fog.It’s not mystery it’s survival.

I think too much.Dream too loud.I carry the weight of people who never asked to be carried.And when I collapse,they call it my “Aquarius mood.”

I build futures in my head and destroy them in my sleep.I am the blueprint and the wrecking ball.

I often write poems for people who will never read them.

I’ve been told I’m cold. But cold is just what happens when you’ve been warm for too long and nobody noticed.

I don’t need saving.I need a cigarette,

a bad idea,and someone who doesn’t ask why I’m staring at the moon like it owes me an answer.

I am Aquarius the sign of rebels, outcasts, thinkers,poets who laugh at funerals

and cry in their sleep.But don’t get it twisted I’m not some mystical wave of cosmic bullshit.I’m just a man trying to feel something before I disappear again....-@R