roshii

“𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜” ig: @rozenn.x

[xrozenn]

In my dream, I come home to you and you come home to me and for a split second every hardship I ever endured has meaning.

[xrozenn]

Being with you was like a sweet dream, until I woke up to a nightmare.

[xrozenn]

چھوٹی چھوٹی خوشیوں پہ مسکراتے تھے ہم تو.

چوٹ ایسی لگی دل کو کہ پھر مسکرانا بھول گئے

“We used to smile over the little joys,

But the heart was wounded so deeply,

we forgot how to smile again.”

[xrozenn]

“Losing yourself is more painful than losing people”

[xrozenn]

I am no one’s first thought, no one’s favorite. no spark in the dark, a beacon at bay

I’m not a rose in someone’s garden, just a petal swaying in the air I do not chase away their gloom. nor am I the reason to make hearts bloom

I am no one’s sun that shines bright, I am but a shadow that passes by. the moon that glows on a dark night nor am I someone’s rainbow in a stormy sky

a moment forgotten, a face in the crowd a memory unheard, a voice with no sound

—Roshii

[xrozenn]

“The fear of losing someone you love is far greater than the loss itself, when we love and are loved back, we must make sure they know of it so that when we die, that love remains untouched and is never lost”

[xrozenn]

I either suffer and be silent or suffer and write poetry, there is no in between

[xhamzoo]

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year.. The morning of the middle of September is crisp and golden as an apple..

[xrozenn]

My absence will never haunt anyone because my presence never mattered.

I am just a face passing through the crowd, a forgotten memory, a fading shroud.”

unseen, unheard, I came and went no trace, no memory, no lament

[xrozenn]

اتنا نہیں کرنا تھا خیال سب کا کہ بھول جاؤ اپنا خیال رکھنا اسی خیال سے خیال آتا ہے کہ اس کا خیال کسی کو نہیں آتا وہ جو رکھتا ہے خیال سب کا

“You didn’t need to care so much for everyone that you forget to take care of yourself From this very thought, it occurs to me that no one thinks of them The one who cares for everyone.”

[xrozenn]

This house feels haunted, where silence takes its presence Every corner is a painful reminder of your absence

I walk around mindlessly, numb to the core. These four walls don’t feel like home anymore

The faint scent of your perfume still lingers The ache of forgotten memories it triggers

Day and night, I pass by your room lost in hopes you’ll still be here Yet all that’s left, is sadness and gloom. lost all hopes you’ll ever appear

—the one that got away

[xrozenn]

“Beautiful people are so lucky”

“How so?”

“They are compared to roses, the moon, poetries are written on their beauty, they never know the pain of rejection”

[xrozenn]

He was always wearing a mask to hide his fragility. sometimes he creeps out of it and sometimes shakes without it.

it was the mask of silence, he has mastered the art unbeknownst to those surrounding him, the mask was cracking at the seams. but no one saw the fractures, no one heard the sounds

Uncertainty clouded his judgment did he want to rip off the mask, reveal the world of his true self. or keep hiding behind the disguise

caught between the uncertainty of freedom and desire to extinguish or ignite the fire. to break free from the mask or let it become his identity. the choice lingered, heavily

and though he yearned for someone to see, beneath the surface of his mask. the pain underneath, he knew it was his only reprieve, to show his true face was to invite defeat.

so he kept it on, and the world, it moved on, unaware of the battles, he fought alone

[xrozenn]

I had a breakdown. I wanted to reach out to you.

Short of breath, I took my phone and pulled up your contact. I almost hit dial but then hesitated.

I write you a text, tell you what’s going on, and almost hit send, but then I refrained.

A certain voice in my head stops me from reaching out to you.

I don’t want to be too much or too little.

The call unmade, the message unsent, And I’m left with this ache, A longing to be heard. Yet silence is the weight I bear

—silent confessions

[xrozenn]

“These dried flowers are a sign

Given by someone dear, once upon a time

Their absence, a bittersweet chime”

[xrozenn]

دل میں سمایا بہت کچھ ہے کہنے کو،

اندازِ گفتگو ان کا ایسا کہ چلو رہنے دو

“There’s so much I want to express from my heart, But their way of talking is such that I think, let it be.”

[xrozenn]

the ache in my heart is getting louder, I can almost hear it now. it says something. it says,

"you were abandoned and there's nothing you can do about it."