#shairi

[fatewalker-phoenix]

Febhyurary 2026 Day 1: At The Beginning

We were strangers, starting out on a journey Never dreaming what we'd have to go through...

(Shay belongs to @tiredassmage)

[nemralam]

Arabic has many words that mean “love”

"Hubb'' (حُب ) is love

"Ishq" (عشق) is love that entwines two people together

"Shagaf" (شغف) is love that nests in the chambers of the heart

"Huyam" (هيام\هام) is love that wanders the earth

"Tayam" (تیم /تام) is love in which you lose yourself

"Walah" (وله) is love that carries sorrow within it

"Sababah" (صبابة\صب) is love that exudes from your pores

"Hawa" (‘هوى) is love that shares its name with air and ‘falling’

"Gharam (غرام) is love that is willing to pay the price.

Source: The Map of Love by Ahdaf Souief (1990) / Egypt

[kainatsstuff]

Poet: Behzad Lakhnavi

[wonderwander4511]

Beparwah banne ki keemat

Khud ko khatam karke chukaayi humne

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Dard dil mein uth bhi na sake

Aesi banjar dil ki zameen ab banayi humne

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[chandtarasblog]

Mujhy gham dy, sog dy leja yeh dil byshak isy tor dy

-TA

[tiredassmage]

Astor/Eden: 32/35

Shairi: 44/53

Okay, I can't figure out what I want to do with the first one, so I don't KNOW when I'll get to it, SO. I will be not cruel and I will give you romanticized bastard elf boy now. :3

He's not even the damn speaker in this one and his bullshit poetic kafnlasdfnlsdfnls. I bet you thought this was gonna go a certain way, but BET. BET.

I like boxing him into expectations as much as I like subjecting him to softer stuff. >:3

44 & 53: sitting in the other's lap / holding the other's jaw

(so it ended up more laying in his lap and touching his jaw n playing with his hair, oops)

Shay’s slender fingers lazily danced over her exposed shoulder, tanned from the island sun. His legs spilled over the edge of the hammock, even though the mammets had done their absolute best to accommodate the Elezen’s lanky figure. She was almost of the mind to accuse him of being dramatic on purpose. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

But, when she dared to steal a glance towards his eyes through her feathered bangs, his violet eyes were half-lidded. The lack of tension across his features was all the more prominent for the lack of his usual adornments - no heavy brush of dark eyeshadow around his eyes or matte black painted across his lips. He complained it was excessively hot on this little island home away from home at the height of the day and that such measures would only be more a nuisance than he was prepared to deal with. An amused smile briefly curled the corner of her lips again to recall his preening.

For all his fuss about her restrictions on his activities while they were here, she would still catch him stilled at times like she had seen nowhere else. She had seen him move as a constant whirlwind upon fields of battle and stand stonily still in the face of adversity. In fairness, she supposed, catching him staring off into the hazy blue distance where the horizon met the sea from the lighthouse cliff or the top of the treehouse was not entirely unlike the latter sight, but it lacked the rigidity that was his custom.

Here, after everything, she could see him occasionally let the wind whipping through his long raven locks actually reach him, to pass over him more like a caress than a force to be resisted. Shay was, indeed, another force of nature, but… she had always been one of the privileged few to see the inherent duality in that nature that even he possessed.

It wasn’t much longer before his arm had stilled where it draped around her, cocooning her against his chest that rose steadily in slow rhythm. Careful not to jar him, Airi carefully reached up to brush her bangs back from her eyes, clearing her view to find he’d finally appeared to doze off.

With a smile, she reached up and tucked a few stray strands of hair behind his ear, letting her fingers brush briefly along his jaw. Shay stirred faintly under her touch only to tuck in a bit further against hammock and his brow only knitted slightly for the briefest moment. She brushed a hand through his hair again; she worried less about waking or disturbing him now than she had for a long time.

Sure, she risked his mild annoyance - some stray, half-barbed comment about disturbing the peace she’d been so insistent he found on this isolated rock in the middle of the sea.

But it’d also be worth it to see the way he saw her - an entire galaxy of stars… Not just a hero, or even the naive little princess he had been so fond of teasing her to be… but someone safe. Something worth fighting for, certainly…

But someone he'd decided was worth living for, more than anything.

[sobber-full]

[imfk]

koī ummīd bar nahīñ aatī

koī sūrat nazar nahīñ aatī

maut kā ek din muayyan hai

niind kyuuñ raat bhar nahīñ aatī

aage aatī thī hāl-e-dil pe hañsī

ab kisī baat par nahīñ aatī

hai kuchh aisī hī baat jo chup huuñ

varna kyā baat kar nahīñ aatī

kyuuñ na chīḳhūñ ki yaad karte haiñ

merī āvāz gar nahīñ aatī

ham vahāñ haiñ jahāñ se ham ko bhī

kuchh hamārī ḳhabar nahīñ aatī

marte haiñ aarzū meñ marne kī

maut aatī hai par nahīñ aatī

-Mirza ghalib