Hammad Feroz  
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Joined 19 August 2018


Selenophile
Joined 19 August 2018
31 OCT 2021 AT 19:49

I'd rather adjust to your absence than be frustrated by your presence.

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25 OCT 2021 AT 2:11

Somethings in life, you can only wish for.
Sometimes, you wish to be wished for.
You're not wrong to wish or to be wished.
You just don't realise that only what's given to you without wishing, is ever truly yours.

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10 OCT 2021 AT 4:12

Ke tu phir aa paas mere..
Ik adhuri baat reh gayi..
Ke tu phir aa paas mere..
Kuchh adhuri saans reh gyi..
Aa, le jaa in saanson ko bhi..
Ke ban gaya hun inka ghulam..
Ek aakhri saans rehne de yahan..
Ke phir jee uthu le kar tera naam..

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24 AUG 2021 AT 9:01

ज़िंदगी में है एक कसक सी मेरे।
क्यूं मन में बने हुए तुम्हारे यादों के ढेरे?
सोचा के भुला दिया है नाम तुम्हारा।
मगर कल फ़िर आ गए तुम ख़्वाब में मेरे।

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11 JUL 2021 AT 22:17

I just tried to be with you.
I also tried to ignore the fear of loss
that was there with us too.

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18 JUN 2021 AT 0:43

Every letter of your name is etched on my chest.
Every syllable imprinted on my mind.
Your tongue has left a bitter aftertaste on mine.
Like the only chocolate I love.
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My palm misses the warmth of your's.
Every cell of my skin misses your touch.
My gaze aches to lock with your's.
Like the way the moon looked at us.
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My heart skips a beat when someone says your name.
My ears strain to hear it again.
All the memories overfill my present.
Like a narrow path, after heavy rain.

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15 JUN 2021 AT 1:56

Although the only thing I felt my arms were ever meant to do was to hold you close, I had to put them by my side and let you go.

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14 JUN 2021 AT 13:12

Some questions are left unanswered sometimes.
Some closures, an open wound.
Tender to the slightest touch.
Forever bleeding.
I think I need stitches.
From the one who's reading.

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13 MAY 2021 AT 3:41

Any walls that I had created to keep love out was destroyed by my own desire to get close to you.

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4 MAY 2021 AT 8:47

I still rely on my feelings to remember how things felt.
My lips and fingers were like pens on her skin.
Tracing her back, kissing her shoulders.
Lingering on every little bump a bit longer.
There were so few of them.
Skin like a porcelain vase.
So smooth, so beautiful.
I memorised her every alphabet.
Reading them like a proficient Braille reader.
And then, I memorised my memories of her,
Until they multiplied.
Now,
I can rely on my feelings to remember how things felt.

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