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havingapoemwithyou · 4 months
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The World’s Loneliest Whale Sings the Loudest Song by Noor Hindi
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metamorphesque · 9 months
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musings on the sun
christina perneta, noor hindi, vincent van gogh, jeanette winterson, zinaida vysota docenko, anne sexton, olga kos, khalil gibran
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feral-ballad · 7 months
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Noor Hindi, from DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW. ;“Pledging Allegiance”
[Text ID: “I’m locked out of my home. No, I can’t recognize my home. I grabbed the wrong keys. The house has been painted a different color. There is music inside but I don’t understand the words. There is smoke inside, but nothing is burning.”]
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llovelymoonn · 6 months
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noor hindi fuck your lecture on craft, my people are dying
kofi
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cherrygazette · 1 month
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mujhe pyaar nahi ishq chahiye.
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peaceishim · 2 months
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I found this on twitter.
(Not mine)
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vlindervin7 · 4 months
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- Noor Hindi
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lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It’s so beautiful, the moon. They’re so beautiful, the flowers.
— Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.
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My favourite Urdu word is 'Shayad'.
Filled with hope and hopelessness in equal measure
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om-is-ok · 19 days
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Batane ki baat nahi hai, Par... batane dogi kya?
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Ishq bepanah hai tumse, Ek bar... jatane dogi kya?
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Tum titli ho, pahad ho, Aasmaan ho mera.
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Ek dibiya me, sindoor rakha hai mere pass.
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Tum... lagane dogi kya? –Zakir Khan
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havingapoemwithyou · 3 months
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unkept by Noor Hindi
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oyeevarnika · 9 months
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रास्ते खूबसूरत है तुम्हारे साथ
मंजिल की फिलहाल बात नही करते
~आयुष्मान खुराना × glimpse of love
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alas-pooryorick · 2 years
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On Friendship, Falling in Love and Falling Apart, pt. 2 (pt. 1, pt. 3, pt. 4)
Ode to Friendship, Noor Hindi
The Truth Has Three Sides, Sabrina Benaim
I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song), Fall Out Boy
Autumn, Patty Dickson Pieczka
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Nature Poem, Chen Chen
Planet of Love, Richard Siken
Ever Yours: The Essential Letters, Vincent Van Gogh
Just Like Heaven, The Cure
Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood
The Dialogue of Desire and Guilt, J.D. McClatchy
Someplace Like Montana, Ada Limón
Cold Solace, Anna Belle Kaufman
Fleabag (2016-2019)
Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken
Your Love Finds Its Way Back, Sierra DeMulder
The Diaries of Katherine Mansfield
Moments, Mary Oliver
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komal01 · 8 months
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Har raat meri aankhein inhi sochon mein ghum ho jaati hain;
Ke mera maqsad-e-hayaat kya tha,
Aur mujhe thaka kin kaamon ne diya!
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feral-ballad · 7 months
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Noor Hindi, from DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW. ;“A Home”
[Text ID: “The homeland is stuck in our teeth. It’s / filling our cavities. It rests on our / tongues. My god. How we yearn for its / olive trees. How it haunts our dreams. / How it—”
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