sehar

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I love you.

and I will murder the very last bit of my soul ,that does not.

but im not a murderer.

i wont hesitate in becoming one; for you.

i just never have had to.

creds : s/o

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As your tapestries collapse and crumble inside,

watch the bloodied paint flake off your heart

Don’t brush away the ink pooling in your eyes

Stand aside as they applaud your art.

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look, I understand you forgot some of your lines,

but darling, the Show Must Go on.

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your heart isn’t fragile

Breaking is not weakness and love

is not surrender

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She plays with fire by the light of the blood moon-

Don’t mess with a woman who can stare into the Sun till he hides his face behind his clouds.

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Shades of the Brave New Woman (revisited)

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Farsi Couplet:

Mun tu shudam tu mun shudi,mun tun shudam tu jaan shudi

Taakas na guyad baad azeen, mun deegaram tu deegari

English Translation:

I have become you, and you me,

I am the body, you soul;

So that no one can say hereafter,

That you are someone, and me someone else.

Amir Khusrau, The Writings Of Amir Khusrau :700 years after the prophet : a 13th-14th century legend of the Indian-sub-continent

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“i didn’t forget, it just hurts to remember.

that is all.”

[dazrraqarara]

i knew then , love exists and you had come for me  . i knew then i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and create infinite infinities . i knew then i loved you and i would love you even after this universe met it's end .

i love you .

[dazrraqarara]

i knew my dream was now a reality,  and magic existed in our  world when i saw you laugh , when i saw you laugh because of me , when you called me yours for the first time , when you told me i had healed you and when you looked into my eyes and spoke ' i love you ' .

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sit with me a while. Your handwriting looks familiar. Here is the first page of my story. why don't you write your name?

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your touch raised a phoenix from smouldering ashes, your words nursed a butterfly garden under my ribs, your eyes read a novel my tears had concealed, and your love, your love wrote a saga unmatched.

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this is the kind of bookstore where the book finds you first. Novels everywhere, spilling over bookshelves, stacked to horizons on oaken countertops, wherever your fingertips caress or your vision meets, far too many skeletons on this continent. Alas, finding the right one, yours, is a clandestine tryst with ardour and fortune. I recognise this feeling. Aeons of looking and failing, papercuts, tear-stained pages till my compass ever ventured in your direction.

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running my fingers over gilded edges, frayed pages, velvet and leather. Some delicate, some fortresses. Some wear oversized burgundy coats, some lavender cardigans. embossed golden, familiar typefaces. Souls touching for a brief eternity.

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crushed roses, ancient publications and crescendoes of longing. The fragrance of parchment, the sweetness of a scent that knows it belongs outside a glass valise. Do not forget me, it rustles, pervading everything, imprinting on every page my sonnets have ever uttered. smells like home. like you.

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beneath this tattered canopy of jaded symphonies, huddled amidst racks of moonflowers and bouquets of sunflowers, there is silence. meet me here.

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single lanes, a two-way street. nestled in between. Amidst the hustle of a thousand splendid stories, next to a train thundering past,  not unlike the way you became the protagonist of mine.