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ke kbhi fursat mein dum rok lunga
abhi unki yaad aani baki hai.
I gift myself a flower once in a while to feel special.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit
Ab ghutan sa lagta hai?
You feel the suffocation now?
They say mujhe khone ke baad ek din tum mujhe yaad karoge but that's not always true
As I Read somewhere Mene kabhi khud ko is khushfehmi mei nahi rakha ke meri kami kisi ko udas karegi, logon ko log mil hi jate hain kabhi badtar se behtar aur kabhi behtar se behtreen.
Even I don't know what's going on with me, "Ek ye khwahish k koi zakham na dekhe dil ka // ek ye hasrat ke koi dekhne wala hota"
ngl i hope tumblr doesn't become mainstream....
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Other Wound”
[Text ID: “Every daughter / has a cage around her head / and a mother on the cross. / I always hope to take it off, and rarely do. / Instead, I climb up, like a child into the bed. / I nail myself beside you.”]
मैं छू के तुमको देख लूं
कि सच में मेरे पास हो
Falling in love is ecstatic. I'm still listening to Par Channa De, let me tell you the story behind it. There is a girl called Soni, who lives on one side of Channa ( Chenab river ) and Mahiwal, a herder, lives on the other side of the river. Soni belongs to the family of potters. Mahiwal and Soni end up falling in love, Son's father gets her married to another family of potters. Soni still continues to see Mahiwal, every night she uses an Earthen pot, 'matka'/'ghara' to cross the Chenab river. Soon enought rumors starts spreading in the village. One night, Son's sister in law changes her 'ghara' with an unbaked one. Soni uses it to cross the river and she perishes into it. The song goes like, 'Yaar Noon Milegi Aaj Laash Yaar di' ( my lover would be greeted by my corpse ), as Klaus Mikaleson in the originals said, "what's worth dying, if not love"?
- unknown.
उससे पाने की चाहत नहीं है
बस उससे ताउम्र चाहते रहने की
चाहत है।
~स्मृति
“I feel every definition should begin with ‘Art is also’ and not ‘Art is’, because art can never have a definition that encompasses all of it....”
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What Art and Creativity means to me by @wrongdhir (on instagram)
“There is no must in art because art is free.”
~Wassily Kandinsky
“I don’t think about art when I’m working. I try to think about life.”
— Jean-Michel Basquiat
To everybody who is afraid to wear summer clothes because of their weight, scars, gender, etc - I love you and I am rooting for us all to feel at home and at peace with our bodies 🌷🌷🌷
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