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October by the shore.

It's October all of a sudden.

The sand under my feet seems to fade with each step I take.

Oblivious of my path, I wander.

The wind speaks to me.

Tells me of your adventures.

Tells me of your valour.

The moon seems to like you as well, so much so that it now takes your form.

I can hear life in the distance.

People, Laughter, Joy.

All of it just seems to dissolve into nothingness as soon as the waves hit the shore.

Both in a debate so medieval even the oldest grain of sand would be left demented.

All I hear now is the ones that talk in my soul. I hear love and I hear hate.

Hate breeds a fire more fatal than the burnt timber that lies by the bonfire nearby

And Love keeps me walking by the shore thinking of you

Miles away from you yet so near your soul

-Muhammad Raiyan Adhami

#poetry #spilled ink #writing #nature

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aur asl masla in darwazon ka nahi, hamari nazron ka hai,

hamme band darwazon se itni lagan hojaati hai ke, ham khule darwazon ko bhee khud taaley lagadete hen.

Muhammad Raiyan Adhami

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Wese personally bachpan mai I wanted to be rich, known, spend freely,

Magar barre hote hote ajeeb see aik realisation hit hogyi hai ke Shayad jisko ham Saadgi kehte hen...

Wohi zindagi jeeney ka asl tareeqa hai, aur ke shayad wo hafte me aik dou behas hojana, masley sirf ye hona ke souda khatam hogya hou ya ghar ka tv kharab hogaya hou,

Shaam ko sabka terrace mai utarte paint wali deewar ke pass rakhi palang pe bethke chai peena, Aur aksar kahin bahar khaane ya outing par chale jana Jo key ziada fancy bhee na hou,

Bas ap khush houn aur ap saath houn,

There's this weird peace in Saadgi

Duniya mai shour bohat hai, Aur ye sab bolte hen, Magar koi bhee chup nai hota, Koi bhee bethke hawa aur chiriion kee awaz nai sunta,

Sab bhaagrhe hen,

Koi bethta nai hai

Sab kahan jarhen hen?

Tum bhag ke jarhe hou aur mai chalke arha hoon Magar manzil tou dono kee mitti taley hee hai

Tou tum bhaag kyun rahe hou? Ao, araam se betho, sans lou

Duniya mai shour bohat hai

Torha khamosh raho

#urdu poems #persian poetry #spilled ink #writing

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Mai waqif hoon ke school ke baad ham nai milenge,

Akhri din galey milenge, Wadeh karenge, Kuch royen gey Kuch hassen gey, Kuch maafi mangen gey Kuch maaf karden gey,

Magar shayad...kahin...kabhi...Duniya ke kisi mor par ham dubara milsaken,

Shayad aik chai hamare liye woh rukawat bansake jo waqt ki na rukne wali ghari ko bhee dheema karde aur shayad ham kuch kahaniyan appas mai baath saken

Kisi ki shaadi tou kisi ka career, kisi ke ma-baap tou kisi ka bhai, Ke un lamhon, dinon, salon ke baad bhee Agar ham sab saath na rahen tou kamaskam hamari Yaaden, Baatein, aur ye Raatein sab aik doosre ke dilon mai tou bassi rahen

Tumhe kya pata...

Shayad kabhi mai bhee chalti gaari kee window se behar dekhta hoa, muskurate hoye kahoon

They woh kuch...

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Don't worry darling, you haven't lost me

You'll find me trapped between seasons in your closet,

And the second cup of coffee you made in a habitual daze.

The messy scribbles in the pages between your files,

And the haphazard calls made in the twilight shine on your balcony

You'll find me there, hidden and forgotten in the shadows of your routine

You'll sit on your couch and find my hair tie in between the cushions

And smell my fragrance in the crowds that overwhelm you in rush hour,

You'll find me if you search deeper and look farther.

Don't worry love, I'm not truly gone

I still live through the films that captured my happy cries,

And the voice notes I left you when dawn still hadn't embraced your sleeping figure

Every sunset you're scared of watching without my hand in yours,

I'll be one among the worn out yarn that hangs from your sweater.

In the little bottles of salt and jars of fairy lights,

You'll find me lingering and lost, but never truly gone.

My lingering touches still stay on your skin no matter how long you scrub.

So I'm not truly gone love, I still remain in the ghost of your smile after my lips met yours mid-laugh.

Hold on a little more, and you'll find me

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you know i have no pride when it comes to you.

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When Bano Qudsia said:

“Duniya ka sab se khoobsurat insaan wohi hai jis se baat karna aasan ho, jis se muskhil mein madad mangna aasan ho, ji dosron ke dukh aur dard mein shamil rahay, jo aanso pochna janta ho, marham lagana janta ho”

she really gave all right reasons to live