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Us and our Infinities
Defying time, distance, circumstances; in the midst of all the chaos, for that precious moment, we found each other ❤️ You and me, we know that out beyond the ideas of wrongdoings and rightdoings, there is a field. The field, this world doesn’t speak of —its untouched by rules, labels, or outcomes.It lies quietly beyond the definitions put by mortals,where time softens,And everything we’re…
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Our Names - 2
Part 2 – When you Say My Name There’s something indescribable about the way you say my name. It’s not just the sound—it’s the way it feels, like the value of it changes when it comes from you. You don’t just say it; you hold it. As if my name isn’t just a word but a thread, something fragile and alive, and when you speak it, you’re weaving it into something greater. The first time I noticed it,…
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A bird that cannot fly
There are days when the sky calls to me—not in words, but in the way it stretches endlessly, untouched, unhindered and unclaimed. It hums with the promise of freedom, possibilities, of roads that never end, of destinations that are chosen willingly, and not assigned. I close my eyes, and for a moment, I am there— floating on the clouds; weightless, boundless, slipping through time like wind…
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star crossed
This world has its own written definitions of what love must look like. It decided long back which love may thrive and which must wither in silence. It built walls around affection, dictated who may hold hands beneath the sun and who must only exist in the shadows. And so, some love is forced into quiet corners, hidden away where it cannot be seen, where it must survive in whispers and stolen…
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I still look for his eyes
Even though I know they’ve vanished into a world I can no longer touch, I still look for his eyes. There’s a cruelty in this habit, a quiet torment I carry with me like a stone pressed into my chest. I look for them in the shadows of strangers, in the fleeting glances of everyone who pass me by. I look for them in dreams I don’t want to wake up from, only to find myself startled by their absence…
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Our Names - 1
Part 1: The Universe in Your Name You know, there’s something almost sacred about saying your name. I don’t think I’ve ever really noticed it before, not like this, but with you… it’s different. Every time I say it, it feels like something shifts in the air. Like I’ve opened a door to a moment where nothing else exists—just you and me. It’s not just a name. It’s you, in all your…
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always yours
If the sea whispered your name, I’d offer it willingly, knowing its waves would surge with envy, their frothing crests conspiring to pull you into its depths. But I’d stand on the shore, unyielding, ready to challenge the tide, for even the sea must know that some treasures cannot be stolen. If the mountains craved your love, I’d scale every jagged peak, the wind stealing my breath as I shouted…
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Close Enough, Yet Achingly Far
In tonight’s edition of conversations with the moon, we talked about You! The moon tonight, a crescent sigh,Whispered secrets beneath a velvet sky.Beside it, the Venus, shined bright,A fleeting echo of what a love that might.They seemed so close—just a breath, a glance,A moment’s touch in the cosmic dance.An infinity stretched wide in the quiet between,A silent ocean, both seen and unseen.I…
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Whispers of What was Lost!
From Rivers to Sea, Palestine Will be Free! #VivaPalestine Hope was a letter I could never send,Its ink stained red with the cries of the lost,Each word trembling, too broken to mend,Each line a shadow of unbearable cost. Love was a country we couldn’t defend,Its fields turned to ash, its rivers to stone,We reached for its borders, but they wouldn’t extend,And the winds carried whispers of…
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A Celestial Muse
Out beyond the ideas of right and wrong She is the tempest, the calm, the mountain, the shore,A force of creation, a soul to adore.Her laughter ignites where shadows reside,A flicker of warmth where the cold can’t abide.Her gaze holds oceans, deep, untamed,Each tide a story, no words can frame.Her footsteps leave whispers, the earth softly bends,As if time itself follows where she intends.Her…
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VAMOS!
How do you recover when your favourite athlete retires from the very sport he made you fall in love with? I am still finding my ground, rather, my court. Rafael Nadal’s retirement hit me like a wave of emotions. It feels like saying goodbye to a part of my own journey as a tennis fan. Watching Rafa over the years has been nothing short of transformative. From his fiery energy on court to his…
A Silent Suspire
Echoes of the City and her Sea The streets, the sea,The city, and meAll await thee — Floodlit roads that never sleep,Where neon dreams and shadows seep,Under amber skies that pulse and glow,Hides secrets of old, of tales untold, of hearts aglow. The waves that crash on restless shores,Have sung of histories in ancient lore,With salt-kissed sighs, they call a name,Through tides that shift yet…
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Will They Know My Name?
One day, I want to set out on a quiet road, one that stretches long and winds through places no one remembers. I imagine it empty, just me or perhaps someone who understands how to share silence without needing to fill it. I want to feel the weight of everything fall away, if only for a little while, and let the road carry me to some place unknown and simple, where there’s nothing waiting for me…
Festive Feelings - Diwali 🪔
Love and Light A slight nip in the air when October starts waning hints the onset of a festival that’s celebrated with much fervour across the lengths and breadths of my country. Well, Diwali needs no introduction to anyone.Festival of lights as it’s fondly called throughout the world.For me, it’s not just a festival of lights, it’s the emotions and memories that were created over the years…
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Beneath October's Gaze
Autumn’s Postcard As the twilight wove its tapestry of shadows, the world held its breath in quiet anticipation. That’s what October does, it carries a quiet melancholy, where the air hangs heavy, cradling every whispered secret the winter is about to bring. It was in the soft light of October mornings when I first felt the warmth of your presence—a warmth that matched the golden hues of the…
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सफर याद आने लगा | Safar Yaad Aane Laga | سفر یاد آنے لگا
कहने को तो मुख़्तसर है ज़िन्दगी, एक मुसलसल सा सफ़र है ज़िन्दगी Muddaton baad mili manzil, to safar yaad aane lagaAage badhte chhoota, wo sheher yaad aane lagaSafar se mila sabaq yaad aane laga Sheher ka qaid pinjra yaad aane lagaMuddaton baad mili manzil, to safar yaad aane lagaAankhon se kabhi gira nahi, wo ashq yaad aane lagaZikr humse hua nahi, wo Ishq yaad aane lagaKhabar jo meri rakhta tha, wo…
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An ode to Parizaad
Naa puchh Parizaadon se, ye hijr kaise jhela hai PS: Parizaad is a Pakistani drama. Usually I have never reviewed any shows or movies. But here I am taking it to my blog, trying to pen down a post that’s an ode to the marvelous piece of art that Parizaad is. Without giving any spoilers, I would want to put it here, in writing that I have witnessed a masterpiece in every element. The namesake…
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