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Had I told the sea what I felt for you, it would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me.
— Nizar Qabbani, In The Summer
Had I told the sea what I felt for you, it would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me.
— Nizar Qabbani, In The Summer
چھاپ تلک سب چھینی رے موسے نیناں ملائیکے
You've taken away my look, my identity, and everything from me by looking into my eyes.
بات ادھم کہہ دینی رے موسے نیناں ملائیکے
You've said the unsaid (adham = secrets of divine nature), just by a glance.
پریم بھٹی کا مدھوا پلائیکے
By making me drink the love of devotion.
متوالی کر لينی رے موسے نیناں ملائیکے
You've intoxicated me by just a glance.
-Amir khusrau
this book website gives you the first page of a random book without the title or author so that you can read it with no preconceptions!!! great for discovering new recs
Your eyes are like a rainy night/My boats sink in them/My writing dissapeares in their reflection/Mirrors have no memory
-Nizar Qabbani
reblog if you wish freddie mercury was still with us.
The Beekeepers (after Bruegel the Elder), 2020
“when we are loved we are afraid love will vanish when we are alone we are afraid love will never return and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed but when we are silent we are still afraid So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive.”
— Audre Lorde, “A Litany for Survival”, from The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde