Jism to waqt ke saath badal gaya,
Rooh jo hai wohi theher gaya...!!!
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"Solitude isn’t always pretty.
Sometimes it’s just lying in bed and staring at the ceiling listening to the same song over and over again as it slowly loses its meaning. Sometimes it’s how people go mad because they couldn’t tame the darkness that was growing within them over time. Some days it’s a girl waking up without her soul. Some nights it’s a boy falling asleep with his spirit crushed. Sometimes it’s someone wanting to lose themselves to a person, but instead, they push that person away.
Solitude only becomes a prison when you do not love yourself. And even if you do love yourself it’s still a very dangerous thing, and the very benefits of it are the stars shining in its purest darkness.
Solitude isn’t always pretty but also are the truths that we find within ourselves when we learn to find solace in it."
― Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction
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Life is pretty strange to ourselves. Some point we are full of joy and some point we shatter into pieces. There is no defined measure to measure these two which have been with us and stays till our last breathe. But we tend to find it difficult when it comes to pain, we feel heavy in the heart, scramble to feel good. We are never ready to accept the hard times but we do accept in matter of seconds when it comes to joy. Accepting it in the first place takes time, but as we experience it for one or two, it becomes easy.
We often wonder where our lives are heading, as long as we live. Sometimes we find the answer sometimes it becomes more messy than it is actually. But how strange that we live in a present still we wonder. Life is so easy yet so hard to understand.
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Meri fikar na kar jaani,
tu ja uss jahan mein,
teri rooh base jis jahan mein,
Meri fikar na kar jaani...!!!-
There were days when I stayed awake till midnight
in case you’d come back, but you didn't,
I wear the same clothes and shower in the rain,
eat when I can and sleep when I can,
which is rare and not often,
so if you’d see me now
on these streets
where I once imagined walking with you
you’d have a hard time recognizing me.-
Bohut mann toh karta tujhse baat karlu, lakin dil aur dimag ke jang mein faisla nahi ho pata...!!!
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