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creatinganewwlife · 5 days
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हसता ज़माना मेरे आसुओं पे इश्क़ था मेरा, ना कोई तमाशा
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Hasta zamana mere aasuon pe
Ishq tha mera, na koi tamasha
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creatinganewwlife · 5 days
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“Raasta mandir ka chuna tha
Tumhe bhoolne k khatir
Haath jodh kr sar rakha tha zameen pr
Sar utha toh
Phir dua mei tujhe maang baithi”
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creatinganewwlife · 9 days
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Je mera vas chlda mai tainu dil vich rkha luka ke
Eh chandre jagg diya nazraan kolo pyaar nu rakhan chupa ke
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creatinganewwlife · 10 days
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When Dostoevsky wrote "I want to talk about everything with at least one person as I talk about things with myself"
and Ishikawa Takuboku wrote "just for once i want a love that feels like plunging my flushed cheeks into deep soft snow.”
and Warsan Shire wrote "Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes, the men - they come with keys, and sometimes, the men - they come with hammers"
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creatinganewwlife · 13 days
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Lukk lukk rovenga sajjna, je mai hor kissey di ho gayi
Tu rovenga sajjna, je mai hor kissey di ho gayi
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ਲੁੱਕ ਲੁੱਕ ਰੋਵੇਂਗਾ ਸੱਜਣਾ, ਜੇ ਮੈਂ ਹੋਰ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਹੋ ਗਈ
ਤੂੰ ਰੋਵੇਂਗਾ ਸੱਜਣਾ, ਜੇ ਮੈਂ ਹੋਰ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਹੋ ਗਈ
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The beloved is warning her lover that he would cry secretly when he realizes she has been given away to someone else.
As they say, you only know you love her when you let her go, or in this case, realise she is gone and is not yours anymore but someone else’s.
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creatinganewwlife · 13 days
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you are strong , look at bigger picture , all the best
~ well wisher
Trying to:)
Thank you for sending this across.
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creatinganewwlife · 13 days
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If this post gets, let’s say 1k likes, i’ll move on and not look back, stop trying to even make things work, let go of the hope that keep holding on to and just let go i guess.
Ps: its been 9 months since the breakup
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creatinganewwlife · 14 days
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When ahmad faraz said,
Raat phir teri dil m khoyi huyi yaad aaye, Jaise veerane mei chipke se bahaar aa jaye
Jaise seharaaon mei haule se chale baad e naseem, Jaise bimaar ko be wajaah qaraar aajaye
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creatinganewwlife · 15 days
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Travelling alone (i am a woman) (late night, very late) (if i stop posting suddenly please assume im dead and send flowers in my ask.
Thank you
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creatinganewwlife · 16 days
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And suddenly it’s 12:33 am and i realise how i don’t have any favourites. I never really thought about what i would like, what i would want, a color that makes me feel warmth, or a dish that comforts me, a place where i could run to, or a show i could watch over and over.
Why? You ask. I guess i never really thought i could have a favourite, or maybe even allowed to have a favourite, as if it was something out of reach, that came with privilege, and me? I had none. In all my life, i’ve always made people comfortable, made them priority. So much so i never really asked myself what is it that i like. So much so that whenever i would go out with friends and it came down to ordering the food, i’d remember their order by heart, like an oath, i’d keep a track of everyone’s favourite like a hawk. Or sometimes just say, “you guys should order whatever you want to eat, i am okay with anything.” At that moment, i would not think what i wanted to eat. I always wanted everyone to be happy around me. I spent so much time trying to make everyone happy that i started to cut my flesh and feeding it to them, if that meant that satiated their hunger. Now don’t get me wrong, i would still do it, all over again. I would literally burn myself off if it meant it would make them smile.
But then, i guess i just want to know what is my favourite? What do i like? What does make me happy? With so much time on this earth, isn’t it sad how i don’t have a favourite color? Even so i never thought about it until recently. I wonder why? I guess i felt having favourites puts a burden on people. If i don’t have a favourite, they don’t have to think what color sweater should they be getting me for my birthday gift. Although i haven’t received many in my lifetime but the ones i have, i cherish.
And so i figured if i kept diluting myself, it would be easier.
This life is not mine. This life that i’ve lived has been for my loved ones and I don’t regret it.
I just want to know what my favourite color is.
12:51am // 12th of April, 2024
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creatinganewwlife · 17 days
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Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.
"To whom do I owe the biggest apology?" No one's been crueler than I've been to me.
-Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment; Alanis Morissette, Under Rug Swept
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creatinganewwlife · 17 days
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Yellow Umbrella
How i met your mother
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creatinganewwlife · 17 days
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“I am not delusional but i am delusional”
Seems like you’re going through a lot you can’t process it.
Self awareness would be that you can’t live with the memories of a person.
Ham jeb me logo leke chalenge toh jeb bhari hojayegi aur ham wahi sadak par ruke rahenge.
Now i get it bhot sundar sadak lagri hai par ye sadak ka koi end nahi hai.
Sending you lots of strength and love so you can reach somewhere.
I connect a lot with your posts. Logo ko pakadke nahi rakh sakte ham. Kabhi toh woh din ayega jab jeb khali karni hogi
Love grows u as a person sticks to you and helps you get better. Ask yourself kya apki life ek chiz ko leke ruk gayi hai?
If yes. Then apni pockets khali kardo.
With heartfelt guidance and heavy pockets
- xyz
Hi again, 🌻
Hmm seems like you have never been in love :) cause one can actually live with the memories of a person.
Aur shayad vo sadak sundar hi isiliye hai kyunki uska koi end nahi hai ? Haina?
Thank you for kind wishes:) and im sorry that you connect with my posts. You know i don’t really know if its a good thing people connect with my posts cause all i post about is pain, grief, death, heartbreak etc etc so i don’t really know if i should thank you or be sorry about it.
Logo ko pakadke nahi rakh skte? Yes i agree but unki yaadon ko dil mei zaroor rakh skte hai:)
I wish you the same. I hope you find a love worthwhile, one that makes you grow as a person, sticks by you and helps you get better.
May your days get brighter and the world is kinder to you🩶
With heartfelt gratitude and heavy pockets, (it seems like your pockets are heavy too :p)
A
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creatinganewwlife · 17 days
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True/False
delusional ho
Hmm not really no.
I am not delusional but then again maybe i want to be delusional so my heart doesn’t break. I think its not delusional when you’re self aware about it:)
Anyway, have a great day ahead!
Love,
A
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creatinganewwlife · 18 days
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True/False game. Make an assumption about me in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.
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creatinganewwlife · 18 days
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When Parveen Shakir said,
Ke vo kahin bhi gaya, lauta toh mere paas aaya. Bass yahi baat hai achi mere harjaaii ki
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creatinganewwlife · 18 days
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The bell Jar; Lady Lazarus; The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol 2: 1956-1963; The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; The Bell Jar; Daddy; The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; Elm // Sylvia Plath
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