//WORDS, Your ART//

Your poetic words are like
a crescendo on my skin,
They create the most climatic
environment within.
With every rhyme,
Offbeat,
I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL
WE'RE NEVER APART.

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//QUASAR//





Captioned...

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'Mulaqat'

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//IN THE MIDDLE OF JUNE//

I used to write you poetry
Half a world away
Now im sitting here wondering
if you are okay
It's been more than months
And I still haven't gotten
the courage to eat
Back to how I used to be...

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Bus ek kirdaar

(Read caption)

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ये सर्द बाह्य हवाएं....

/एक खत/

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Until I found you,
Time was just a rhythm, life a hollow tune,
Days were just days, colorless, without a hue,
Nights void of stars, and moons that would not bloom.
Your love was a palette, a vibrant burst of light,
Rendering my grayscale world in shades anew,
With you, every moment felt so brilliantly right,
In the canvas of my life, you were the brightest hue.
A year has danced by, with seasons in its wake,
We've drifted apart, like leaves in a restless wind,
Our conversations, once warm, now feel so opaque,
It's strange how connections thin, how quickly they rescind.
I wander through memories, our laughter and our fights,
Each one a testament, to a love that was so pure,
Now silence screams in the echoes of our nights,
A melody of a heartache, for which there is no cure.— % &I miss the way our dreams would intertwine,
Crafting futures in whispers, believing they'd come true,
Now, I'm tracing shadows of what was once mine,
In a world that's moved on, in a life without you.
Yet, in this chaos, my heart refuses to resign,
Holding onto fragments, of the love we both knew,
Wishing for a sign, for our stars to realign,
For a chance to say all that I meant to, all that I had to.

It's weird, isn't it? How swiftly tides turn,
How seasons shift, and what's left is just yearn,
For a past so vivid, now a lesson to learn,
And for the flame of a love that continues to burn.
As I stand amidst the echoes of our laughter and feud,
I realize, despite it all, my heart remains subdued,
Bound to the soul, it so passionately pursued,
In the cycle of grief, love, and doubt,

"I vow to never fall in love again, until I found you."— % &What strange tides, time’s currents have brought,
from shared whispers to silence, stretched thin.
Yet, believe me, the thread hasn’t frayed,
the red string holds, binding skin to skin.
— % &

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