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poeticallypashtun · 5 years
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He knew he loved her when home went from being a place, to a person.
Gypsy.Thoughts ♡
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poeticallypashtun · 5 years
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Wajangawa rabab, meelma pa saaz wakhanadawa. Wadazawa tupak, dukhman pa marg wajarawa
Play the rabab, make the guest laugh with a melody. Let off the rifle, make the enemy cry with death.
- Abdul Rashid
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poeticallypashtun · 5 years
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19/01/2019
"You have been a dream, I love you." I said
"No dont say that, I'm not a dream" he proclaimed.
"Yes, you are. You are all I ever thought about, constantly imagined, everday I visioned us, even craved but it was never reality, just a dream"
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poeticallypashtun · 6 years
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د هغې سترګې شاتو غوندې دي. ما هغوی ډېر په ښکلې توګه وليده بيا مې هغوی د هغې له شېديزه څهرې سخه ړنګه کړه. دغه هغه ده چې ما وکړه. څنګه به خپل ځان وبخښم ما يوه ځلې یو ښکلی روح مات کړ
Her eyes like honey. I watched them trickle sweetly as I wiped them off her milky face. This is what I did. How will I forgive myself. I have broken once such a beautiful soul.
Gypsy.thoughts
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poeticallypashtun · 6 years
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ستا نوم چې واورم
ولې داسې زلزله شي
چې مغلوب شي زما عقل
او غالب زما زړه شي
When I hear your voice, why does it become an earthquake? It defeats my brain yet dominates my heart.
Farhan Gardezi via Gypsy.Thoughts
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poeticallypashtun · 6 years
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زه به ترک ژوندون کړم
يا به سکون شي يا به وبايلم د يار ديدنونه
I will leave life. I will find calm or be deprived of my lovers visits.
Farhan Gardezi via Gypsy.Thoughts
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poeticallypashtun · 6 years
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25th June 2018
Its these days I dreamt about. These days I thought life would change, my love. You have made me wait too long for you. Now, u are torturing me.
Gypsy.Thoughts
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poeticallypashtun · 6 years
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Ta da kam zay ye?
Da Khyber Pukhtoonkwa, ow ta?
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poeticallypashtun · 8 years
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“Oh Warrior of My Sacred Land”
Oh warrior of my sacred land the gun you bear on your shoulder has neither eyes nor feet. It steals your eyes to watch my step it steals your feet to track me, to blast a hole through my chest, to hear my dying cry with your ears.
Oh warrior of my sacred land this gun you bear on your shoulder is it crippled, deaf and blind? Has it shed its eyes, ears and feet to take yours in their place?
- Darwish Durrani
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poeticallypashtun · 9 years
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just me and my baby
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