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F. 20s. aesthetics | lit. | & everything in b/w

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

kuch jeetne par bhi jab, dil khush na ho toh samjh lena

ke kuch haar gye ho tum jo jeet se zyada zaroori tha ✨

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

uske baad? uske baad maine muskurana chod diya, dil tuta, phir lagana chod diya,

woh dhund rha hai zamane main mujhse bhetar, jiske liye maine zamana chod diya...

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

jo "rabb" bin mange ataa karta hai, wo mangne par mayus kyun karega ✨

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

i've never loved someone in my life as much as i've loved you

and i've never felt so unloved by anyone the way you made me feel

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

meri haathon ki lakeron main ye aeb hai mohsin,

main jis shaks ko chou lo wo mera nahi rehta.

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

saanjh dhale, parinday bhi ghar laut aate hain

aasman mai udaa jaa sakta hai, basaa nahi 🤌

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

woh tumhein jataate rahengay, ki woh sher hain

tum maan ne se inkaar kardena, phir dekhna woh bhokhne lagengay

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

you could be the prettiest shade of blue, but if they like red, it wouldn’t matter.

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

joh mil raha, hai shayad vahi zaroori hai

joh chhoot raha hai, shayad uski zarurat nahi 🤍

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

zindagi itni uljhi nahi hai, jitna maine use apni soch se bana diya hai

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

i wish i wrote the way i thought; obsessively, incessantly, with maddening hunger. i’d write to the point of suffocation. i’d write myself into nervous breakdowns, manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. and i’d write about you a lot more than i should.

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

Her toxic trait is that she still gets mad about old pain, even if she's moved past it, because she doesn't understand what she did to deserve it.

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

tumhaare badan ki mehak khwaab si hai, main chaahoon ki ismein hi khoyi rahoon

main subahon ko baahon mein apni chhupa ke, tere saath yoon hi main soyi rahoon 🤍

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

asal mai azaad woh hai, jisko kisika intezaar nahi

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

tere pass sahare hain kayi, mere pass toh main bhi nhi.