My thoughts revolve around love, life, and longings, so do I keep quoting them in the varying dynamic shades whenever I feel like. Even if you don't enjoy reading them, I live for the longing of love, which we all mutually possess.
Time leaves nostalgia behind but carries love along the seasons. Love becomes inexplicable if it's immersed so deeply in blood & soul. I miss the comfortable silences albeit soulful radiating presence of this man in orange
@KannakMunji
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Allah be in your pursuits abroad ❤
My father once said and it stands valid in the existing state of affairs :-
انسان کو زمانہ، حالات، بھوک اور غم نہیں مارتے۔جب بھی مارتی ہے انسان کو اس کی سوچ مارتی ہے۔
Do an effort. Run an extra mile. Standards are raised. Even if I want to, I just can't. Choice is utterly yours. Peace wins finally, even in state of chaos. Catch yourself to get sync into the cosmos we share latently. I'm with you, after all.
My name is Faseeh. I'm a wanderer by nature, a literary aesthete by soul, a thinker by default, a writer by choice, a lover by heart, a maverick by intellect and a warrior by spirit. Still, I seek myself in You. Can you tell me who You truly are..?
Should we miss whom we love? Doesn't love skip the possibility of missing someone, as a beloved always stays in the lover's heart & eye.
Wherever I go, I take you along with my soul touched to yours. I've loved you so much that I've stopped missing you anymore.
ضبط کر اے دلِ مجرُوح کہ اِس دُنیا میں
کون سا دل ہدفِ گردشِ ایٌام نہیں
غمِ محبوب و غمِ دہر و غمِ جاں کی قسم
ایسے غم بھی ہیں یہاں جن کا کوئی نام نہیں
خوبصورت !
This generation is living in a state of 'collective schizophrenia'. Everyone wants to be loved but doesn't possess enough courage to express this longing. We're sad in the meaninglessness of life. We are detached from ourselves yet connected to others around us.
In this world, particularly, happiness is a myth. Sadness is a reality. The moments in ignorance of sadness are what we call happiness. Cherish these illusionary stolen moments.
شام فراق اب نہ پوچھ آئی اور آ کے ٹل گئی
دل تھا کہ پھر بہل گیا جاں تھی کہ پھر سنبھل گئی
بزم خیال میں ترے حسن کی شمع جل گئی
درد کا چاند بجھ گیا ہجر کی رات ڈھل گئی
جب تجھے یاد کر لیا صبح مہک مہک اٹھی
جب ترا غم جگا لیا رات مچل مچل گئی
فیضٓ
She always wanted someone to love. She never asked to be loved before she gave her own expression of love. Her own standard at which love makes meaning to her. She gave her everything including herself once she found that guy whom she wanted to love. He in return became 'her'.
We all carry unsaid feelings, voids in our souls, unhealed wounds, scars to hide and a Universe within oblivious to us. All these missing parts are gradually filled by the people, places and the moments we encounter. We are literally the pieces of each other's jigsaw puzzle.
Love is my shelter. It's the sky I see. It's the poetry I do. It's the prose I write. It's a vibe I enjoy most. It's a sea I dive in. It's the reason I live. It's you that I love most. It's me who says it, 'Love is my shelter '.
خاموشی کا بنجر پن
یا کہ رونق تمھاری یاد کی
میں چپ ہوں اس قدر
نہ بات کوئ تمھارے بعد کی
جاڑے کی پہلی بارش ہے
اور سناٹا گہری شام کا
دن بھی چپ چاپ کاٹا
اندیشہ تھا جیسے اک ساعت کا
اب کی بار تم آنا خواب میں
میں تسلّی سے ہوں سونے لگا
پا کے خود کو پھر سے جاناں
میں تم میں ہوں کھونے لگا۔۔!