Echo.

[watchoutforintellect]

“The past - the future - a continuing stream - Something in me will save me from utter ruin no matter what comes - Even if that thing which is my salvation is only the final courage of necessity. To you - whoever you are - when I am gone — remember to be kind tonight to some lonely person. - For me.”

— Tennessee Williams, from an entry dated March 1941, featured in Notebooks

[alfaaz-kheyaal]

‏طبیب کہتے ہیں کچھ دوا کر، حبیب کہتے ہیں بس دُعا کر

رقیب کہتے ہیں اِلتجا کر ، غضب میں آیا ہُوں دل لگا کر

داغ دہلوی

[swanxsoul]

“I suffer from unrequited self love. I love myself, but I don’t love myself back.”

[swanxsoul]

Dream: She's roaming around me, trying to make talks, telling me what he has been talking about me to her. I'm not liking her voice, first thing that bothered me. But I'm untouched about what he's been talking about me to her. Because now I'm seeing him, reluctant and guilty? But I feel nothing. I'm not impressed by any of these emotions. I just want her to shut up and leave.

[chaakjigar]

“ek aag lagi, kuch khaak hua, kuch paak hua.”

— Niladri Kumar / Irshad Kamil

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Abbas Kiarostami, from “A Wolf Lying in Wait; Poems,” published c. 2015

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“If all goes well, I shall disappear for some time and there will be no way to get hold of me.”

— Hermann Hesse, from a letter to Conrad Haussmann written c. July 1911

[barg-e-sehra]

zindagii phaili hoi thi sham e hijra'n ki tarah

kisko itna hosla tha kon jee kr daikta

[goodreadss]

“I and me are always too deep in conversation.”

—

[masembe]

The Weeping Meadow (2004) - Theodoros Angelopoulos

I don’t have anybody anymore. Nobody to think of. Nobody to wait for at night. Nobody to love. You were him…and you were you.

[swanxsoul]

Hauntingly beautiful

[histoiresdepetitesfilles]

““How does distance look?“ is a simple direct question. It extends from a spaceless within to the edge of what can be loved.””

—  Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red (via journalofanobody)

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong

[swanxsoul]

Seemi jaise log hamesha aise hee jatey hain’ bin btaye _ baghair koi appointment banaye. Woh apna koi pata phone number bhi bta ker nahi jatey jis per inhey contact ker liya jaye. In ki koi qeemti cheez bhi peeche nahi reh jati jisko leney k liye inhe ana parey. Inhey jane ki iss qadar jaldi hoti hai k woh koi jhoota wadah kerne ki zehmat bhi nahi kertey. Kisi nishani ko dey jana bhi in k nazdeek tazee oqaat hota hai _ woh tu jhut phut darwazah khirki khol yun nikal jatey hain jaise pull k neechey se paani guzar jata hai _ anun fanun. Raja Gidh // Bano Qudsia

[swanxsoul]

Now you know the meaning of بازگشت (echo) more clearly.

[swanxsoul]

“Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.”

— Oscar Wilde

[swanxsoul]

مجھے دیکھو، صرف سنو نہیں

میرے لفظوں سے نہ کر، میرے کردار کا فیصلہ، تیرا وجود مِٹ جاۓگا، میری حقیقت ڈھونڈتے ڈھونڈتے

[swanxsoul]

رات یہ بھی گزر جائیگی

کوئ آتا ہے پَلکوں پہ چلتا ہوا اِک آنسوں سُنہرا سا جلتا ہوا وقت سالوں کی دھند سے نکل جاۓ گا تیرا چہرہ نظر سے پِگھل جاۓ گا آنکھ بند ہوگی تو نیند آجاۓ گی رات یہ بھی گزر جائیگی رات یہ بھی گزر جائیگی..