Roses wither,
Proposals fall undone,
Chocolates turn from sweet to bitter,
Teddy bears are torn,
Promises shatter.

No hugs to heal the ache,
No kisses to keep the faith.

Soul shrieks in the silent space
filled with hues of emptiness.

O God, what kind of love is this!
That doesn’t even last a week of Valentine’s?

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زندگی کی فطرت بھی تو دیکھیے،

خوشیاں ان کے گلاب میں ہیں
اور کانٹے ہماری تقدیر میں۔

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After all that ended with the arrival of the new year,
I soak myself in the silence after December.

I wish this is just another déjà vu,
And the darkness lurking doesn’t last long—
Only to figure out I may be wrong.

Some chapters of life keep flipping through the winds,
And some chapters refuse so hard to close.
Perhaps you will always be my shattered safespace,
Filled with echoes of memories I could never erase.

The light, once wrapped in warmth, now feels so cold.
I long for the strength to let go, yet I still hold.

Yet another new year, yet another December,
I seek the moments of solace and slow pace,
Only to drown in and realise,

Of a person or of past,

Maybe healing is not to replace,
But learning to live with the shattered safespace.

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Some people never talk about
the disrespect that triggered you;
They would rather blame you
for your reaction to their behaviour.

And in their eyes,
Mistreatment is not a problem
but your reaction to mistreatment is.

Manipulation at its best.

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Books over people, always ~

Not because books don’t give me heartbreaks,
They do, but they also know how to heal.

Unlike people, who only shatter your heart into pieces
never knowing how to heal the cracks.

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Some days death feels like a dearly hug
you love, crave and truly deserve

Death is divine
and the whole process is devotion

Picking up a short pointed knife in the room
to slit your own wrist on left forearm
drawing perfect little lines
like connecting all the dots
carving the best piece of art
dripping red blood, oozing out
piercing through each layer of flesh and skin
the sweet release of intense emotional pain
wishing I would rather be dead
than carrying years of pain built up inside
and thoughts stop spinning around in head
losing consciousness, nearing the end

I wish I could embrace

Yet another day gone without making myself bleed
Yet another day gone without committing suicide

Every tear I shed, Every scream inside
is a huge price I pay to live another day

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Some people don’t walk away from you
all of a sudden;

They do it day by day, step by step,
not looking back,
slowly drawing away their presence,
carefully crafting out their glimpse
out of your lives, out of your hearts,
cut off words, tip-toed actions;

Until one day you notice how far they’ve gone
that not even their shadow is in sight,
and then you realise no matter how much
you want them close and tight;

No matter how much you scream, cry
and beg for them to come back,

They’re gone.

And then you keep on questioning yourself
“Why was I not chosen?”
“How did I become an option?”

“All along, I wish I could know,
When did my love become rotten?”

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Yun hi chalti rahegi
ye kaaynaat apne hisaab se

mere saath hi sahi
mere baad bhi sahi

Qayamat nahi aajati
mere ek ke marne se.

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If promise is important, forget about the words that have been said;
If words are important, forget about the promise that has been made.

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The hardest part of adulting is
dealing with your parents,
where you constantly dwindle between these moments,
when the child inside you becomes the parent
to reparent yourself and to reparent your parents,
until the parent inside you becomes their child again.

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