RohtaWrites

Respect Past. Dominate Future

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I only breathe, I only speak, I only move, I only act, thinking of you.”

— Victor Hugo, from a letter to Adèle Foucher written c. Aril 1820

[wnq-writers]

dear me, boy have you fought a hard fight this year. and for that i apologise. i never meant to make it tough for you. you were never fighting against the enemy - you were fighting yourself. i convinced you it was right and that there was something worth fighting for. i apologise for turning your mind against you. i gave you no hope of survival this year apart from the words that you ink onto paper before locking away. apart from the escape of being in someone else’s shoes on stage for an hour or two and even then the joy that once came with such activities disappeared. i’m sorry i let you believe that you weren’t worth that love. you weren’t good enough for that crush you had, you weren’t special enough for familial love and you definitely weren’t normal enough for platonic affection. most of all you were never worth the love that flows from your heart in a never ending stream waiting for someone to push it back so you feel that heartbreak - letting it creep into every crevice, cementing the fact that you were unlovable. i was wrong. i was lost in the darkness that clouded my sight and turned my living days into the same nightmares i saw at night. that took away the joy and light of dreams and replaced them with a void of empty space as the violent thoughts corrupted my nights as well. i am sorry. i say it a lot to others, to the animals and even to the world we live in but i don’t say it to you. i have hurt you. more that anyone else possibly could have. i look back upon this year and i wonder when the hope lighting the way disappeared. the once ignited flame was lost in the shadows and there was no room for it in the self-pity i shrouded you with. dear me, the new year is almost upon and i want to be better for you, help me be better.

millennial-poe, writing prompt #69: Write a letter apologizing to your body for any hatred and ingratitude you may have expressed. (via wnq-writers)

[rohtawrites]

Mushaqqaton ke daudh mein,
Us hi ka zor chal gaya Bana ke apna raasta,
Jo bheerh se nikal gaya Kahaan toh baat kar raha hai,
Tu khelne ki aag se Zara si aanch kia lagi,
Tu moum sa pigal gaya.

[rohtawrites]

Jis ka raabta khuda ke saath ho woh nakaam nahi hota, Nakaam woh hota hai jis ki umeedein duniya se wabasta ho.

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Haseen hai rishta mera aur mere Khuda ka, Zyaada main maangta nahi, kam woh deta nahi.

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Jo meri sheher main kuch roshni laaye honge, Un chiraaghon ne kuch ghar bhi jalaaye honge.

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Utarne hee nahi deti mujh pe koi aafat, Meri maa ki duaaon ne aasmaan ko rok rakha hai.

[rohtawrites]

Jahaan yaad na aaye Teri,
Woh tanhaayi kis kaam ki. Bigrhe rishte na bane, 
Toh khudai kis kaam ki. Beshak manzil tak jaana hai humein,
Lekin jahaan se apne na dikhein,
Woh oonchaai kis kaam ki.

[rohtawrites]

Zindagi mein qasam, qadam, aur qalam bohot soch samajh kar uthaane chahiye.

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Aasmaan main urrnay wale,
Zara yeh khabar toh rakh. Jannat pahonchne ka raasta,
Mitti se hi guzarta hai.

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Jo nahi mila woh khwaab hai,
Jo paaya woh lajawaab hai.

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Aaj aayi hai meri yaad usay,
Zaroor kisi ne thukraaya hoga.

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Hum ek cheez poori imaandaari se karte hain aur woh hai beimaani.

[rohtawrites]

Saath wahaan tak,
Matlab jahaan tak.

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Tu mujhe mil jaye, itni choti meri soch nahi. Main tujhe mil jaaun, itni oonchi teri pohonch nahi.

Urdu poetry

[rohtawrites]

Cricket South Africa

This is my 18th year unconditional love, day-in and day-out for Protean cricket team and today was another day of cataclysm for a brilliant huddle of talent in modern day cricket. They got trammeled in an effective bowling attack by Indian team, kudos to Virat Kohli. They did not choke today, infact, a plenary mismatch of abilities and class in this high-stake battle. They are finely talented and very much committed to their game. It was just another day to give you food for thought. This long rope is gonna end now. It might be appearing like a false dawn at this moment but tomorrow they'll come of an age with all coherence, determination and sticking to itiveness. There will be a groundhog day for them too and all would be panegyring and seeing Proteans carrying a showcase trophy home. I am not mincing matters here: South Africa failed today, yes, they did.

[naturaekos]

Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.“

Alejandro Jodorowsky (via naturaekos)