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anotherrantinghoe · 2 months

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aarzoo rakhte ki tumhari aankhon me kabhi aansu na aaye,

humne naa jaane kab khudki aankhon me daryaa bana dala

tumhari wafa ki talaash karte karte,

humne apna saara sukoon luta daala

tumhare jism se tumhari rooh paane chale the,

humne toh tum par apna imaan gawa dala...

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anotherrantinghoe · 2 months

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are we writing a novel

or just a chapter

all my pain and agony

you could end with just your laughter

for me darling, our love is a bunch of moments

that no camera can capture

all I hope is for it to not end in a disaster...

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anotherrantinghoe · 3 months

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dil bas tumhari hi faryad karta hai,

subha se raat bas tumhe yaad karta hai.

tumhari aankhon mein dekh lu toh saara jahan lagta hai,

jaise meri kisi neki ka koi sawaab lagta hai.

kuch yun hu mai tumhare khayaalon mein gum,

ke khud ko dhundhna ab koi sawaal lagta hai.

kabhi kabhi dur ka khwab lagte ho tum,

fir bhi har namaz mein tumhe maangta hai mera dil

kyuki apne haathon mein insaaf rakhne wala Al-Hakam,

mujhe Al-Wahaab mera woh khuda lagta hai.

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anotherrantinghoe · 4 months

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We always feel like the best of the series or movies ended too quickly,

but it was the fact that they ended when they ended that made them the best in our opinion.

So in life if you feel like there has been something that 'ended' for you like death of something literally, figuratively or metaphorically;

then look at how if it had continued maybe it would've been ruined too, like your favourite series that got prolonged and then eventually destroyed (take GOT for example)

Or maybe,

that thing was ruined all along which is why it had to end, because no investor would invest in those ruins of series.

So take it as if God is the investor in your story, he pulled back his investment from that ruined story of yours because it was doing you no good because it was only hurting you because it was already ruined.

R E A D T H A T A G A I N.

#no tags needed

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anotherrantinghoe · 4 months

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“what do you think a person needs the most after a heartbreak?”

themselves.

I think, when you truly love someone with your whole heart,

they become a part of you;

so much so that even just existing reminds you them.

it's like they're your oxygen, as if they live in your system, as if they come and go with every inhale and exhale of your breath

and without them,

you can't breathe.

they become so intricately and intimately a part of you that you can't remember a time when they weren't in your life.

it's not a matter of whether you love yourself or not, it's about that little extra love that they gave you and with it snatched away,

you're empty.

so what someone needs the most,

is to find parts of themselves to fill the blanks in their heart,

to find strength and that hidden extra love to complete themselves again.

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anotherrantinghoe · 4 months

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I want a love like that of beavers,

cause they are the ones who mate for life.

A love like that of leopard seals,

whose eyes close upon every kiss, like a high.

A love like that of macaroni penguins and bald eagles,

who keep returning to thier one single mate for the rest of their life.

A love like that of the Wolves,

from the millions of books I've read.

A love like that of the lovebirds,

as I for sure will go erratic without you.

A love like the sea horses and swans,

like sea otters who hold hands to never drift apart.

But most of all,

I want a love like that of You and I.

A story that makes people cry,

not because it's agonising with tragic ends,

but cause it's so content

that it seems almost unachievable.

I want our love to set the bar so high,

even the greatest lovers of all time roll in their grave and cry.

A love that inspires artists for the greatest art creations in history,

one that's a poem I always wanna read.

Love like that of a drug,

that heals all wounds.

A love so free

as if agony never existed for me.

A love like a fantasy,

that reality may never be.

A love like that of a flower,

that blooms only in the happy sea.

A love greater than our human selves,

like a memory written in the nature;

like oxygen in the air,

hydrogen in the water,

like stars in the universe

and the sun's light reflected on the moon.

As every event experienced in the past,

that exists still as history

Then even in death,

we live on.

forever.

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anotherrantinghoe · 4 months

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pov - you're in love

pehle zindagi se bhaag rahi thi,

ab maut se darr lagne lagne laga hai

pehle toh bas saans le rahi thi,

ab jeene sa mann karta hai

aas-paas toh pehle bhi sab tha,

par adhoora sa lagta tha..

aaj jaha kuch na bhi ho,

waha bhi tu dikhta hai

subha jo pehle saare bojh yaad dilati thi,

aaj khud uthne ka mann karta hai

jhuki hui nazre,

halki muskurahate,

or seene me tezi se dhadakta mera dil;

ab bas teri hi raah dekhta hai

ek shaqs woh, jise mohabbat ka khauf tha,

or ek woh jisne pyaar kabhi-kahi dekha hi nahi

kudrat ka hua koi aisa karam,

khuda ne banaya ek aisa afsana,

ki sabr, shukar, sukoon or khairiyat se

hamare ishq ne poora sa ghar hi bana dala...

rooh ne rooh ko aisa pehchana

ki gumshuda se the jo do musafir,

jese unhe mil gaya ho unka thikana

haar chuka tha wo jo zindagi se

koi dhoondh raha tha bahana,

aapki maujoodgi ne de diya ho usse

jese istiqamat ki raah ka sahara

shaqsiyat kuch yun thi aapki

jese ho doobtey ko tenkey ka sahara

ki bikharne ki aadat ho gayi thi jinhe

woh bhi ab sambhal gaye

jese waqt ne bhi kiya ho afsoos

laapata si thi jiski har khushi

ab woh hi aasmano me rehte hai...

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anotherrantinghoe · 4 months

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“rambling of little miss (actually fr) innocent"

I crave you in the most innocent forms,

crave you in the tiniest moments...

for days spent doing nothing

and in nights endorsed with our pointless chatter and laughter under the infinite sky

I crave you in simplistic expressions of love wherein you care for me

I crave a simple waking up being caged in your arms with slight smiles and affectionate forehead kisses

I crave random hugs out of nowhere just coz you needed comfort or wanted to give me some

I crave a deep gaze into my eyes where it feels like you're reading my soul

I crave an intimacy of conversations held silently through simple eye contacts where it feels like some secret treasure hidden in our hearts concealed from the world kept aside safely for just our sacred souls.

My soul aches for your mere presence;

maybe with slight touches or encouraging smiles,

maybe a slight eye contact that feels like home or

probably just a look in my direction to leave me floored...

I simply crave your energy

for it feels complete

like my wandering soul finally found a destination as if upon waiting in desolate isolation,

Alas, I'm in solace

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anotherrantinghoe · 4 months

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In those moments of uncanny quiet and desperate loneliness in desolate crowds; I'm missing you immeasurably more, 'cause you're not around...

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anotherrantinghoe · 4 months

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“mere liye kya ho tum?”

fajr ka pehla sajda

meri tahajjud ki har duaa ho tum,

jaise thand mein kohre ki ows

barsaat mein behti hawa ho tum,

koi puche agar zindagi ka matlab mujhse

toh mere labon se nikala pehla alfaaz ho tum,

tadap raha tha jo raygistaan mein musafir

uske liye barf si thandi hawa ho tum,

iss azeeyat-naak zamane mein

jaise shifa ka koi jismani wajood ho tum,

dil ka sukoon kahu ya zindagi ka suroor

khuda hi jaane kaisa noor ho tum,

raat bhar khwabon mein mashoor

meri har subah ka pehla khayaal ho tum,

khuda ka karam ya jaise ho koi karishma

meri rooh ki ibadat,

mere mehboob ho tum...

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anotherrantinghoe · 4 months

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It's not that I can't love anyone else,

it's just the fact that I don't want to.

Whether you be mine or not is secondary to the fact that I'm already yours.

That will never change.

Not because I'm scared of loving again

but because nothing could ever decrease my love for you...

How do I love someone else when my love for you keeps multiplying with every passing moment?

I'm sure there are plenty other great lovers out there,

it's just that they're not you.

My love didn't start on any condition that I'll only love you if you love me back,

in fact, there are no conditions in love.

Of course, your absence hurts.

but there are plenty little things on earth that keep me content without you,

happiness is a choice after all.

Knowing that you're out there, healthy & happy is somehow enough,

I have a truck load of memories from those moments when you were mine.

& tbh I'm grateful that I got to have you,

even if it was ephemeral...

It is enough for me.

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