ये तेरी और मेरी  मोहब्बत हयात है 

हर लम्हा इसमें जीना  मुक़द्दर की बात है 

कहती है इश्क़ दुनिया जिसे  मेरी जान-ए-मन 

इस एक लफ्ज़ में ही छुपी क़ायनात है

 

ye teri aur meri mohabbat hayaat hai

har lamha is mein jeena muqaddar ki baat hai

kehti hai ishq duniya jise meri jaan-e-mann

is ek lafz mein hi chhupi qaaynaat hai

چوڑیوں پر بھی کئی طنز کیے جائیں گے

کانپتے ہاتھوں پہ بھی فقرے کسے جائیں گے

پھر کہیں گے کہ ہنسی میں بھی خفا ہوتی ہیں

اب تو روحیؔ کی نمازیں بھی قضا ہوتی ہیں

Choodiyon par bhi kai tanz kiye jaayenge

Kaanpte haathon pe bhi fikre kase jaayenge

Phir kahenge ki hasi mien bhi khafa hoti hain

Ab 'ruhi' ki namazen bhi qaza hoti hain

जब तक मैं मैं हुन

jab tak main main hun

तुम तुम हो,

tum tum ho

है जीवन में जीवन

hai jeevan mien jeevan

छूना ही पाना है

Chhuna hi paana hai

नाम लिखना ही पुकारना है

naam likhna hi pukarna hai

याद करना ही मिलना है

yaad karna hi milna hai

दुराव ही घाट है

durav hi ghat hai

भूलना ही मृत्यु है

bhulna hi mrityu hai

"La tristesse durera toujours."

"The sadness will last forever."

.

.

.

I don't really think that I can survive for a long time...

Yeh kaisaa khel hai kyu idhar ham phas gaye.

For him I could dine on the darkest things;

set fireworks to my soul and savour the bits that splatter the wall.

-Nicole Lyons

I am one of those people to whom life has offered everything but they were too sad to accept what life offers. I feel that I didn't deserve you, or anyone else. I'm sorry.

they were not just brown eyes / they were his brown eyes

My biggest fear:

I am who I am. I am a soul and I have this body and a brain. My beliefs. My opinion. My flaws. My dreams. The way I see things. The way I look at people. The way I handle my anxiety. The way I love the sky. Everything. Every single thing makes me what I am. And I fear that one day, I'll start believing in what they believe. That one day they'll consume me. This fucking society will consume me, the way it consumed everyone. And the day it will consume me, I'll no longer be a soul. That day I end up being A BODY WITH A BRAIN, WHO HAVE A SOUL. And I fear that. I fear that one vary day I'll lost my soul. Because my soul is the only real thing. Our souls. Everyone's soul. Other than that everything is superficial.

I am a person who don't put someone down.. who don't demotivate people. But there's this person inside me who put me down. Who makes me feel that I am worthless and I can't do anything. Who makes me demotivated. And this person is so loud that I just can't ignore it's voice. I end up listening to what it says. Can anyone help?...

We hate ourselves not because we think that someone is perfect. We know everyone is imperfect. But we think that we are the ugly imperfect and others are the perfect kind of imperfect. But that's not true. Our imperfection makes us beautiful. Our imperfection makes us who we are. All we need to do is to be a little more kind to ourselves. Don't conceal yourself. There's always a person who secretly adore you for who you are... For what your imperfections make you.

[Note: I have no idea if this makes sense. And also of my grammar is perfect.]

as humans we ruin everything we touch including each other.

"I'm with him. For better or for worse."

"It'll probably be worse."

"I knew that the day I met him."

"You return like autumn

and I fall every time."

you set yourself on fire in hopes that he'll scatter your fucking ashes.

What a way to live!

At the end, we are just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love could heal our brokenness.

we begin

in

the dark

and

the birth

is

death of

us.