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@om-is-ok
Art, literature, romance and slice of life.
@her-maharaj - my secondary blog @alhad-si-simran | @his-maharani - my babydoll
“In every lifetime?”
“In every lifetime.”
Apne ehsaas se chhu kar mujhe sandal kar do, Main ki sadiyon se adhura hu mukammal kar do
Na tumhein hosh rahe aur na mujhe hosh rahe Is qadar tut ke chaho mujhe pagal kar do
Tum hatheli ko mere pyaar ki mehndi se rango Apni ankhon me mere naam ka kajal kar do
Iske saaye me mere khwab dahak utthenge Mere chehre pe chamakta hua aanchal kar do
Dhup hi dhup hu main tut ke barso mujh par Is qadar barso meri rooh me jal-thal kar do
Jaise sahraon me har shaam hawa chalti hai Is tarah mujhme chalo aur mujhe jal-thal kar do
Tum chhupa lo mera dil ot me apne dil ki Aur mujhe meri nigahon se bhi ojhal kar do
Masala hu to nigahein na churao mujhse Apni chahat se tavajjoh se mujhe hal kar do
Apne gham se kaho har waqt mere saath rahe Ek ehsaan karo is ko musalsal kar do
Mujhpe chha jaao kisi aag ki surat janan Aur meri zaat ko sukha hua jangal kar do
-Wasi Shah
@alhad-si-simran | @his-maharani | @alhad-maharani 🤍
Happiest birthday MY Simmu 🤍🌙🫂
Ai kaash hamari qismat me aisi bhi koi shaam aa jaaye,
Ek chand falak par nikla ho ik chand sar-e-baam aa jaaye
(Sar-e-baam - on top of the terrace)
-Anwar Mirzapuri
No one does it like Gulzar sahab:
थोड़ी देर ज़रा-सा और वहीं रुकतीं तो... सूरज झांक के देख रहा था खिड़की से एक किरण झुमके पर आकर बैठी थी, और रुख़सार को चूमने वाली थी कि तुम मुंह मोड़कर चल दीं और बेचारी किरण फ़र्श पर गिरके चूर हुईं थोड़ी देर, ज़रा सा और वहीं रूकतीं तो...
-गुलज़ार
Grandma's extra slice of bread by Simran
There's a pigeon on my windowsill, its flapping wings. It has freedom of flying and touching the branches of the trees I could never as a small-town girl. It can go to places I want to see. I wonder, does it fly over rivers and lakes I have heard about from my grandmother when she was pilling oranges for me? She always gave me extra slice of fruits and stitched my dresses with beautiful embroidery designs, I never asked her why she showered me with extra affection.
Now that I'm grown up, I know the reason behind her extra care. Maybe she sensed my longing for freedom which I thought was curiosity, or maybe she saw my envious gaze whenever my brother and cousin brothers ran away to play in fields with carefree smiles. I think she knew that world has always been unfair to women and it started since childhood restrictions. She aged with the unkindness of the society and she knew how it was being a woman amidst the boundaries and restrictions.
Must be why she tried to balance the unfairness of the world with this method, giving me extra slice of bread and letting me choose the first plate of the dessert she made, was it her love for me? Or maybe she was teaching me to choose things I want since young so I won't end up like her, I'll never know. Maybe her grandma also tried to make up to her like this. But, I'll give girls after me an extra pen or a book and I'll make up to them like that.
-Simran [collection of thoughts after dreams]
Chand-sitare, phool-parinde, sham-sawera ek taraf, Saari duniya, uska charba, uska chehra ek taraf
Wo lad kar bhi so jaye to uska matha chumu me, usse mohabbat ek taraf hai, usse jhaghda ek taraf
Jis shay par vo ungli rakhde, usko wo dilwani hai, uski khushiya sabse awwal sasta mehnga ek taraf
Saari duniya jo bhi bole sab shor-sharaba hai, sabka kehna ek taraf hai uska kehna ek taraf
zakhmon par marham lagvau lekin uske hathon se chara-sazi ek taraf hai us ka chhuna ek taraf
usne saari duniya mangi maine usko manga hai uske sapne ek taraf hai mera sapna ek taraf
-Varun Anand
Touch some grass with me
Maybe resting your head on someone's shoulder and leaning in their embrace can bring you peace.
I believe, we complete each other in every lifetime.
Mohabbat diary hargiz nahi hai - Saleem Kausar
Mohabbat diary hargiz nahi hai jis mein tum likkho ki kal kis rang ke kapde pahnne? kaun si khushbu lagani hai? kise kya baat kahni? kaun si kis se chhupani hai? kahan kis ped ke saaye tale milna hai? mil kar puchhna hai kya tumhen mujhse mohabbat hai?
ye farsuda sa jumla hai magar phir bhi yahi jumla, darichon, aangano, sadkon, gali, kuchon mein chaubaron mein, chaubaron ki tuti sidhiyon mein, har jagah koi kisi se kah raha hai kya tumhen mujhse mohabbat hai?
Mohabbat diary hargiz nahi hai jis mein tum likkho tumhen kis vaqt kis se kis jagah milna hai? kis ko chhod jaana hai? kahan par kis tarah ki guftugu karni hai? ya khamosh rahna hai? kisi ke saath kitni dur tak jaana hai? aur kab laut aana hai? kahan aankhein milana hai kahan palkein jhukana hai?
ya ye likkho ki ab ki baar jab vo milne aayega to us ka haath apne haath mein le kar dhanak chehre pe raushan jagmagati raqs karti us ki aankhon mein utar jayenge aur phir gulshan-o-sahra ke bicho-bich dil ki saltanat mein khaak udayenge, bahut mumkin hai vo ujlat mein aaye, aur tum us ka haath hathon mein na le paao na aankhon hi mein jhanko aur na dil ki saltanat ko fateh kar paao jahan par guftugu karni hai tum khamosh ho jaao, Jahan khamosh rahna hai vaha tum bolte jaao Naye kapde pahan kar ghar se niklo maile ho jaao koi khushbi lagane ka irada ho to shishi haath se gir jaaye... tum veeran ho jaao, safar karna se pahle be-sar-o-saman ho jaao
Mohabbat diary hargiz nahi hai, Ab-ju hai, jo dilo ke darmiyan bahti hai khushbu hai kabhi palkon pe lahraye to aankhein hansne lagti hai, jo aankho mein utar jaaye to manzar aur pas-e-manzar mein shamein jalne lagti hai kisi bhi rang ko chhu le, vahi dil ko gavara hai kisi mitti mein ghul jaaye, vahi mitti sitara hai
Farsuda - worn-out | Ujlat - hurry | Ab-ju - water-stream | Pas-e-manzar - background
वो तितली की तरह आयी और ज़िन्दगी को बाग कर गयी,
मेरे जितने भी नापाक थे इरादे, उन्हें भी पाक कर गयी । -जाकिर खान
My love for you is same as my love for moon, never ending loop. –Simran.
We speak the same language and yet still don't understand each other, why father? Why mother?
Why must you misinterpret my yearning for affection as tantrums? why must you tell me to grow up instead of just patting my head? Why do I have to be good at everything to please you even though no one is born as an expert? When we fail in something we should remember that we have to learn, right? So why must you say I'm a disappointment because of just mere failure? Why must you stab me with those words instead of daggers? Why do you kill my soul everyday little by little? Why do I have to take these scars you gave me as medals? Why do I have to heal on my own? Why do I feel bad for you and think that you deserved a better child even though it's not my fault? Why did you confine me into cage of uncertainties and "I'll never be good enough"? You really don't feel bad for me, you don't care about my suffering or maybe you're just indifferent? I wonder? Life was cruel to you I understand but why won't you understand my pain as well? We could have healed each other if only you would have tried, mother and father. –Simran.
[03 | october | 2024 | Thursday] @om-is-ok @om-is-not-ok
To the subject of my poetry, rain to my Ocean and sky to my dreams. I promise; you'll always be loved by me the way moth loves flames. 🤍
Hello everyone,
Purpose of this blog:
This blog has been created for all the women/minors of desiblr and for their protection, especially young girls.
There has been an increase in the creeps and older men, pedophiles who are going around texting young girls and women, befriending them, manipulating them to sext with them, and to share personal information with them.
These creeps are pedophiles sexting with girls who are 10-15 years younger than them, and that too minors.
All women and minors stay safe and block these creeps generously. Do not give your personal information to anyone. Do not do anything which does not feel right with you. Block all the blogs listed in the upcoming post(s).
About this blog:
We'll post about creeps who are lurking around girls in disguise of "nice men(or not)" on this blog
Girls can send us their creep experience here, it could be anything just an ask or comment, dm will be more impactful though. We'll listen to you and will definitely post your story.
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Send us "creep alert, dm please" in the ask box and we'll dm you to know the details.
Provide us with screenshots of the chatting you had with that man who made you uncomfortable.
Tell us back(whole) story of your experience.
Girls who are going to share their creep experience, we promise you that your anonymity will be guaranteed by us. No need to worry about that, we won't share your names or any personal details.
Remember, a guy who may be nice to you can be a creep to another girl. So come forward and share it with us, you can be a great help for other girls who are unaware of potential danger. Being silent won't protect you.
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Reblog this post and share this post in dms with your girls, it will be greatest help.
We'll start posting url(username) list of creeps when we'll reach 50 girl followers.
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