Why is it “right person wrong time” and not “har ishq ka aik waqt hota hai, wo hamara waqt nhi tha lekin is ka matlab ye nhi ke wo ishq nhi tha.”

In english we say ,"Let it be, they must have had their own reasons"

But in urdu Someone said,

"Mana uske apne wajuhat rahe honge magar dil ko woh iraday aur waade yaad aajate ha"

University blue but you painted me crimson

Morally maroon and I'm the shy one

Red scarf 🧣 and scarlet flag

Ragged breaths and the cigar you had

Charming prince with a devious smirk

Almost 6 feet , you puff the floating smoke

Matched my blush with your rubor potion

Cascading conversations and silent commotion

We love deep but the deep cuts hurt deeper

And if you were me, you'd love you better.

Autumn went by with books, flowers , tangerines and finals... not to mention coffee that has helped me. Besides coffee there was my mother pampering me through the burn outs over the phone. Solitude has it's peace.. but also a silent chaos to deal with I guess that's the beauty of it.

📚🎋🍁🍂

My heart was glass you shattered

I picked the pieces when the passerbys were bruised and battered.

Stood weeping with myself in Scarlett clatter

Turned those pieces into a mirror ball now everyone's attracted

Hello there dear crush , I'm lost in an ocean. I call it the Raven tides , the waves are malevolent yet beautiful and you know what they say what doesn't kill you makes you want it more. But you know it better than me.... King Raven tides.

“What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from?”

-Clementine von Radics

Dear crush,

I'm an autumn girl but , your breaths are summer breeze. I fall like the leaf as you draft with your raven eyes, curls and rosy lips.

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Why all beauty descriptions belong to women,

Men are beautiful too in their sleepy voices messy hair,

In their shy smiles and when they show they care,

Men are beautiful on their soft sides and long lashes, deep eyes.

And my future lovers will love the love you left in me🌻🤎

I can be the ugly with you. I can burp in your face after the long meal that you made. And kiss you with my morning breath after the night we got laid. I can be the messy hair, double chinned and still be called princess. ' That time of the month attitude' but treated as a queen and no less.

The rose colored glasses are seldom used when you're in a flower garden. Trust me LOVE MAKES YOU BLOOM NOT BURDEN.🌻❤️

Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

Actually, I think about it everyday. That night , that ride , that fight. The bright sunflowers in the end and the black sweat shirt that you lend. Just the glimpses, just the whispers. ' Carved by a great sculptor ' you call , sculpture indeed , but I am made of chalk. Weak is the chalk , might break if I fall. I'm pretending to be strong , pacing rather than walk. So I shut my thoughts. Care less about your whereabouts. Because more than just a glimpse might tumble me down , more than just a Whisper might feel like a thunder groan. Admit it you LOVE the sculpture before it stops to live. Neither of you like it broken. So , embrace her or the sculptor might never forgive.

All that is poetry is surrounded by pain, loss and the feeling that I have loved you and so I have to live with it.

I met you and my poetry has lost its charm, I'm a mere literary muggle in these halls of poesy hogwarts.

It's time... men embraced their masculinity in a healthy way. It would save us a hell lot of time fighting over an upper hand.

- we're a team and no one gets left behind.

The way we glorify the fictional men.. it's kinda over-rated. The sacrifices of real men are behind the scenes.. the scenes we rather know pretty well of a fictional man because we are mere suspectarors.. but when those things don't come to our notice when.. attempted by a real man. We throw tantrum of fictional being better.

-Don't be naive, doesnt mean don't be kind.