I haven't said goodbye to the ruins yet.

[toiich]

Franz Kafka

[firstfullmoon]

Leila Chatti, “I Too Was Worthy,” in Wildness Before Something Sublime

[julykings]

can you believe it’s already may by adam b.

[antisisyphus]

On This the 100th Anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic, We Reconsider the Buoyancy of the Human Heart by Laura Lamb Brown-Lavoie

[pyaariposting]

hamāre ghar kī dīvāroñ pe 'nāsir'

udāsī baal khole so rahī hai

~ Nasir Kazmi

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[not-a-nice-man-to-know]

Mohabbat apni kismat mein nahi thi

Ibadat se guzara kar rahe hain

- Fehmi Badayuni

[tootachaand]

"Kaise bhul jaau mai tujhe, mere naam mein bhi

Tere naam ke do lafz aate hai"

[havingapoemwithyou]

September by Grace Paley

[weltenwellen]

Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost

[fortuneaday]

[prophetic-memory]

Mary Oliver, "Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End?"

[lifeinpoetry]

Do you believe me if I say I only ever wanted to be worthy of my father’s grief? Of the kind of obsession that nearly drowns us?

— Julian Randall, from “Icarus Imposter Syndrome,” Refuse

[dastur-e-ishq]

“Ek chehra hai jo ankhon mein basa rehta hai // ek tassavur hai jo tanha honay nahi deta .”

— a face lingers, etched within my eyes, a vision that never leaves me lonely inside.

جاوید نسیمی

[dastur-e-ishq]

Ye aankhein khushk hein, ya Rabb inhein rona nahi aata Sulagtay daagh hein dil mein jinhein dhona nahin aata

These eyes are dry, Oh Lord, for they can not cry // There are burning scars in my heart, still unhealed

cred: @dagheurdu

[fortuneaday]

[petaltexturedskies]

Marina Tsvetaeva