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اور ایک لمبی اڑان اور گردش آسمان کے بعد بالآخر محبت کے اصول واقعی مکمل ہو چکے تھے۔

(SWIPE to read :)

~Meesha. 🥀

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کیونکہ انتظار کتنا ہی طویل کیوں نہ ہو، بہرحال ختم ہو ہی جاتا ہے۔ (swipe to read :) . . . . . #blog #ragazzadifiore #iwrite #meeshawrites #instagood #ragazza_di_fiore (at SWIPE) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEt-qI4MdJp/?igshid=3rtxu44fjfn4

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It was not too late when I realized that flowers, colors, and nothing else matters unless we affiliate them with certain emotions, feelings, or people. And those certain feelings or people give all the fragrance to flowers & pigmentation to colors affiliated with them. And as soon as people leave or emotions vanish, so does the gentleness of petals of the roses they once gave to you. The petals change into épées and give you wounds after wounds until all the blood in your body is drained. You seek life. You crave the gasps while seems like suffocation has already been written in your damn fate. Your ribs break every minute and your heart hurts every second and you can't even count how many tears you shed each time you try to breathe. The only way left for survival is sewing your wounds. But how? you're empty handed. You think and rethink because after all, you want to survive. And whatever the circumstances are, nevertheless, survival makes out its way. Now you use your Tears to cleanse the wounds and then you start hemming your wounds with them Thorns. Stitches after Stitches. How strange! 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙨. 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 This is how time makes you stronger when it doesn't favor you & this is how things make you indestructible when they don't work out. ~ Meesha. 🥀 . . . . . #blog #ragazzadifiore #digitalillustration #digitalart #instagood #iwrite #mydigitalart #ragazza_di_fiore https://www.instagram.com/p/CEjypKeAkJl/?igshid=aaa4lioaoup8

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒆 ~ . . . . . #blog #ragazzadifiore #eclipse #twilightsaga #stepheniemeyer #ragazza_di_fiore https://www.instagram.com/p/CEW8AZgg9DY/?igshid=17gpc3ez9bo29

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Surge through veins like poison There in heart, decayed and rotten Like screams in the midnight Like in chess, a blocked knight Coming out as tears Scars that my soul bears Loudest than any word But so quiet, can never be heard "Words" that remain unspoken "Promises" that lay to rest, broken~ - Meesha. 🥀 . . . . . #blog #ragazzadifiore #iwrite #iwritewhatyoufeel #icapture #instagood #photooftheday #poetry #aesthetic #aestheticedits #nature #goodvibes #healthystuff #ragazza_di_fiore https://www.instagram.com/p/CEKDzoMMq2J/?igshid=8x3ozeupcglg

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...

Coming out as tears

Scars that my soul bears

Loudest than any word

But so quiet,

can never be heard

"Words" that remain unspoken

"Promises" that lay to rest,

broken~

-Meesha. 🥀

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Surge through veins

like poison

There in heart,

decayed and rotten

Like screams

in the midnight

Like in chess,

a blocked knight

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I left the dark nights behind

Further a head, my sun shined

I ran away from the typhoons

Moved towards soft breeze & monsoons

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you're the coral to my sunsets, lilac to my sky, and silver lining to my clouds. - Meesha. 🥀 https://www.instagram.com/p/CD84SgvsW8E/?igshid=186y1wz0jb4c1

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1947. Communal Violence erupted. I, Zainab, and my childhood love & fiancé, Ibrahim, & our families lived in what is now India. Three of Ibrahim's brothers had been slaughtered in communal riots. So, 30-year-old Ibrahim stuffed his certificates & property claims & fled his home in Amritsar. In all that hustle, he came to bid me a goodbye, maybe our last, with lots of broken dreams in our eyes & feelings that I can't put down. I never tried to stop him for his existence meant to me more than our dreams. He left. اگر تم جاننا چاہو تو کچھ پل کو ذرا یہ سانس اپنی روک کر دیکھو تمہیں محسوس ہو گا کہ بچھڑنا موت جیسا ہے Right next to the door he left, my family also slipped out of our house and put me out train to Gujranwala. I, 22, traveled across bloodstained border with my 12-yr-old brother. In my bag was my most precious possession, a bunch of flowers that Ibrahim used to fix in my hair at different times, a reminder of happier days. آج بھی وہ گلاب جو میرے بالوں میں تم نے سجایا تھا چھپا ہے کتابوں کے پنوں میں کل کھولی میں نے زندگی کی کتاب وہ مرجھایا ہوا گلاب ملا اک انکہی داستاں بیاں کر گیا I landed in teeming refugee camp that dotted Lahore with hopeless eyes, wondering if I'll find Ibrahim there. Journey started again and I couldn't see him anywhere. I lost hope. Seven years later, I got a letter summoning me at a cafe nearby. Name of the sender was not mentioned, but I could identify that writing in thousands. Yes, Ibrahim was the sender. Next day, we were sitting in front of each other. Moments passed quietly. We had nothing to say, or maybe a lot to say, but we were unable to convey. Above all, I wanted to ask him if he was married. In fact, I finally got the answer that he was, when he bid me goodbye. Yes, for the second time. He caught me looking at the flowers on table. I said nothing. He heard nothing. But a lot was conveyed. He came nearer, took out a flower and fixed it in my hair. And flowers sprung up in the autumn of my heart. After ages. My heart fluttered with joy as I heard the words, "میری زندگی کے صحرا کے لیے بہار آج بھی تم ہو۔جیسے تمہارے ہر خواب کی تعبیر آج بھی میں" Happy Independence Day <3 (at *caption) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD4BRK-Mpf8/?igshid=cyfpze2cn769

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"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸" Do you ever look at the sky and feel emptiness and wholeness at the same time? Just the way I do. I feel like light blue heavens smile back at me when my heart is happy. The clouds send rain just to camouflage my tears when my soul is tattered. And water dropping down the pine leaves to my face after heavy rains is soothing enough to wipe away every blemish of pain. And when the rain is over, clear cerulean sky still holding some clouds is the happy me having a lump in throat & water floating in eyes. I would call the bond between Me and The Sky the most beautiful one, for the sky does not leave, it does not hurt, it does not spoil. It Only Heals~ -Meesha. 🥀 • • • • • #blog #ragazza_di_fiore #iwrite #iwritewhatyoufeel #photooftheday #instagood #thesky #nature #aestheticedits #ragazzadifiore https://www.instagram.com/p/CD1KWuusNBH/?igshid=1hcru06qesxy8

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I would call the bond between Me and The Sky the most beautiful one, for the sky does not leave, it does not hurt, it does not spoil.

It Only Heals~

-Meesha. 🥀

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✨ Review Time ✨ "𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝" by Charles Dickens - a very complicated weaving of truth and development. I've been seeing this novel in a book rack at our place since childhood for it is my sister's & picked it up for reading a couple of times before, but idk why it's starting always seemed boring to me so I used to put it back every time. But this time, I convinced myself to complete this and it turned out to be a MASTERPIECE enchantingly conveying a primary theme of 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚. The novel beautifully reveals the story of a boy, David Copperfield, from childhood to maturity, in which he suffered a lot with quite a few people supporting him. Do give it a read to know how life made ways for young Davy through and through and brought him where he was meant to be. 5 starts! <3 • • • • • #blog #blogger #ragazza_di_fiore #bookstagram #books #bookreview #davidcopperfield #charlesdickens #ragazzadifiore #aestheticedits https://www.instagram.com/p/CDwBs4DMLg5/?igshid=8dtleyzdwq6e

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Starting with beating egg whites Ending with cutting yummy bites Counter messed up, mixing the sugar If it's cheesecake, add more zieger Add up cocoa in dry batter Baking powder to rise it thereafter Yolk and vanilla essence coalesce This is the snack, on midnight I fress Mix up all these to an amalgam Now, bake in oven a cake so yum To take it out, must use oven mitt Now in layers, would it be split Add on top, lots of ganache Made when cocoa cream and milk lash All these combined in double boiler Fats and calories say, "spoil her" This is how, a cake you bake Now you know, it's not "a piece of cake" ~Meesha. 🥀 • • • • • #blogger #ragazzadifiore #iwrite #meeshawrites #ibake #cake #cakesofinstagram #ragazza_di_fiore https://www.instagram.com/p/CDt0HHWF4q9/?igshid=1rzkj64cmzqx6

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Everything changing to nothingness~ Dreams walking away like a train and I'm a passenger who has lost her traveling token. I'm looking at my dreams with empty eyes. No emotions and nothing, as if I already knew that this is gonna happen. As the train gets out of sight, I look away towards the horizon and my heart skips a beat looking at sunset. It's more coral than it ever was. I feel a lump in my throat and no strength to even stay stood. I see the flowers wilting. The ones I have been watering for years. And not a tint of bliss around. Dreams nowhere in sight and I now feel my soul being pulled out of my body. This happens when You are being taken away from your own self and you can't do nothing to help this out. This happens when tiny butterflies in your stomach are killed. And This happens when little buds blossomed in your heart are plucked off~ - Meesha. 🥀 • • • • • #blog #ragazzadifiore #iwrite #meeshawrites #aesthetic #ragazza_di_fiore https://www.instagram.com/p/CDn4_Qps06d/?igshid=121foqwpt6cd2