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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 3 months
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рдмрд╛рджрд▓ рдорд┐рдпрд╛ рдмрдбрд╝реЗ рджрд┐рди рдмрд╛рдж рдкрдзрд╛рд░реЗ, рдХрд╛рдлрд╝реА рдХрд░ рдЗрдХреНрдХрдареА рд▓рд╛рдпреЗ рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗ,
рдЬрд▓реНрджреА рдкрдврд╝рдирд╛ рд╢реБрд░реВ рдХрд░реЛ рдирд╛, рд╣рдордирдлрд╝рдЬрд╝ рдХреА рдЪрд┐рдЯреНрдареА рд▓рд╛рдпреЗ рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗ,
рджрд┐рд▓рдмрд░ рдХрд╛ рдореЗрд░реЗ рдкрдврд╝реЛ рд╕рдВрджреЗрд╕рд╛, рдЗрдзрд░ рдЙрдзрд░ рдХреА рдмрд░рд╕рд╛рдУ рдирд╛,
рдкреНрдпрд╛рд╕реЗ рдХрд╛рди рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рдХрдмрд╕реЗ рдореЗрд░реЗ, рдЗрдиреНрд╣реЗрдВ рдФрд░ рддрд░рд╕рд╛рдУ рдирд╛,
рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдорддрд▓рдм рдХреБрдЫ рд▓рд┐рдЦрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реИ, рдмрдбрд╝реЗ рдордЬрд╝рд╛рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рд╣реЛ рд░реЗ рддреБрдо,
рдмрд┐рдирд╛ рдЦрд╝рдд рд▓рд┐рдП рдЖрдпреЗ рд╣реЛ, рдЕрд░реЗ рдХреЗрд╕реЗ рдбрд╛рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рд╣реЛ рд░реЗ рддреБрдо,
рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдмрд╛рдд рдХрд░рддреЗ рд╣реЛ! рдЗрд╢реНрдХрд╝ рдЙрдиреНрд╣реАрдВ рд╕реЗ рдерд╛ рдореБрдЭреЗ, рддреБрдо рддреЛ рдмрд╛рддреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдЬрд╝рд░рд┐рдпрд╛ рдереЗ,
рдореБрдЭреЗ рдХрд╣рд╛ рдерд╛ рдорд╛рд▓реВрдо! рдХрд┐рдирд╛рд░реЛрдВ рдХреЛ рдмрд╛рдЯрдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓реЗ, рддреБрдо рд╣реА рджрд░рд┐рдпрд╛ рдереЗ,
рдЬрд╛рдУ рдореБрдЭреЗ рд╣реИ рдирдлрд╝рд░рдд рддреБрдорд╕реЗ, рдЙрдиреНрд╣реАрдВ рдХреЗ рдЖрд╕рдорд╛рдВ рд╕рдЬрдирд╛ рддреБрдо,
рдЬрд┐рд╕рдХреЗ рдирд╛рдо рдЙрдиреНрд╣реЛрдВрдиреЗ рдЦрдд рд▓рд┐рдЦрд╛ рд╣реИ, рдЙрдиреНрд╣реАрдВ рдХреЗ рдЖрдБрдЧрди рдЧрд░рдЬрдирд╛ рддреБрдо...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 3 months
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рдлрд┐рддрд░рдд рд╣реИ рдХрд┐рдирд╛рд░реЛ рдХрд┐ рд╕рдлрд░ рд╣реЛ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛,
рдЯреВрдЯ-рдХрд░ рдЪрд╛рд╣рдирд╛ рдФрд░ рдмреЗ-рдЕрд╕рд░ рд╣реЛ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛..
рдЕрд╕реНрддрд┐рддреНрд╡ рдорд┐рдЯрд╛ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдкреНрд░реЗрдореА рдХрд╛, рд╕рдорд╛ рд▓рд┐рдпрд╛ рдирд┐рдЬ рдЕрдВрджрд░ рдореЗрдВ,
рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдл рдордВрдЬрд┐рд▓ рдмрди рд░рд╣ рдЧрдпрд╛, рдРрд╕рд╛ рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рдЗрд╢реНрдХ рд╕рдордВрджрд░ рдиреЗ..
рд╣реЛ рдЬреБрджрд╛ рддреЛ рдмрдиреЗ рдЬрд╝рд╣рд░, рд╣реЛ рд╕рдВрдЧ рддреЛ рдХреЗрд╣рд░ рдмрдирд╛рд▓реЗ,
рдЗрд╢реНрдХ рд╣реЛ рд╣рдорд╛рд░рд╛ рд░реЗрди-рдУ-рд╕рд╣рд░, рдР рдирджрд┐рдпрд╛ рдореБрдЭрдХреЛ рд▓рд╣рд░ рдмрдирд╛рд▓реЗ...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 5 months
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Why so obsessed with me dying in a war, writing you love letters, darling? Don't you wanna sing "Ghar aaya mera pardesi" or "Mera piya ghar aaya" as I return with gallantry medals and every love letter you wrote to me...?ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 6 months
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Ek yaad hai teri jo sone nhi deti, ek khwaab hai tera jo jagne nhi deta,
Ek ehsas h jisne dil lga rakha hai, ek bekadrana h tera jo dil lagne nhi deta...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 6 months
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Kindness must be a curse. I hate growing fonder and eventually end up helding them guilty of breaking a heart they lent a hand in healing of, out of pity. Oh lord, let them be rude...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 6 months
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'Tumse hai', vo kehta hai, 'tumhee se hai', mene kaha tha,
'Tummei hai', vo kehta hai, 'tumhee mei hai', mene kaha tha,
Yun 'hee' lagana, 'hee' mera, shayad unhe theek nahi laga,
Katora sone ka tha, shayad isiliye manga bheek nahi laga...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 6 months
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Two friends, classic literature lovers, both decide to write a 100 page book each with matching names, and exchange afterwards.
'The world from her eyes', a beautifully written book, she hands over to him. It captures the magic she sees in little things. Personifications, similies and metaphors dripping from pages. A colorful book, entrapping her colorful world in coffee's aroma. Dried flowers, poetries from her mother tongue, icing on the cake. Scribblings, mesmerizing handwritings, each page signifying a new phase of her heart. An aesthetic classic, adding feathers to cap of world of literature.
"Your world seems beautiful, not more than mine though" "Oh is it!? Show me yours"
'The world from his eyes', he hands over to her. Its tied in a ribbon. "Don't read it here, open when you get home". Little arguments, but she agrees. She opens the book... she turns over and over... not a single word. There lay a 100 drawings. A 100 drawings of his world. A 100 drawings of her...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 7 months
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Ek dil hai jise reetana hai panno par, ek nayan hai jo mujhse reeta nhi jaata,
Ek zamana hai jise jeetne ki aarzu hai, ek dil hai jo mujhse jeeta nhi jaata...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 7 months
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Oh to be a fictional character of an ill-fated story, to be loved by entire world, yet not by the one you love...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 7 months
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Dil uska mere ishq mei doob jaaega, vo aakar ke mujhe mehboob kahega,
Mera aalas mujhse uub jaaega, zamana fir meri kla ko kya khoob kahega...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 7 months
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Like a little boy lets his kite fly high in the sky and then return to him. Like the mighty ocean lets his water rise up and return to him as rain. Oh, and if the kite wishes, fly hard until the strangled thread bleeds my hands. Oh, and if the water wishes, evaporate all until it leaves me dead. But that is; that is exactly how far, I must let you go...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 7 months
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Kamaal ki si ummeedein lekar, gul khuda ko chadha raha hu,
Usey padhne tak ki fursat nhi, mei nagmon ka str badha raha hu...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 7 months
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Bhar zamane hua sansani, tujhse kese raaz raha,
Sabko laga izhaar-ae-ishq, tujhse kese alfaaz raha...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 7 months
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рдЬрд╝рдЦрд╝реНрдо рднрд░ рдЖрдП рд╣реИ, рдПрд╣рд╕рд╛рд╕ рдмрд╛рдХреА рд╣реИ,
рджрдо рдЪрд▓ рдмрд╕рд╛ рд╣реИ, рд╕рд╛рдВрд╕ рдмрд╛рдХреА рд╣реИ,
рдЖрдЬ рднреА рд╣реИ, рддреЗрд░реЗ рд▓реМрдЯрдиреЗ рдХрд╛ рдЗрдВрддрдЬрд╝рд╛рд░,
рдореБрд░реНрджреЗ рдореЗ рдЬреАрдиреЗ рдХреА, рдЖрд╕ рдмрд╛рдХреА рд╣реИ..ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 7 months
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"Kisi raanjhe ne apni heer vaaste dil-o-jaan bichaaya hai,
Ya shayad zameen pr fanah hone falaq se aasmaan aaya hai.."
"Na ambar utar aaya hai, naa mene dhara par nagme ukhere hai,
Mei sitaarein tod laya tha, dilbar ne apne dar pr bakhere hai...ЁЯеА"
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 7 months
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Udd chale apni maati se, jaane kis desh mei jaa kafan hue,
Khoobsurat toh vo hai, jo jaha janme, vahi par dafan hue...
Vo kaid mei bhi khush raha, geet ne abaad hokar hee kya paya,
Na kiya kisi ne yaad use, par geet ne bhi yaad hokar hee kya paya...
Usey sunna asaan nhi, vo bikhra h, par saral bhi vahi hai,
Aaj nhi toh kal sahi, har ek geet ka, kal bhi vahi hai...
Bhar zindagi dil dukhaye, aisi haar se toh kalpana ki jeet sundar h,
Gaata hoga zamana geeton ko, mere liye toh ageet sundar h...ЁЯеА
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the-breathing-pen ┬╖ 7 months
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Jin haathon baante zindagiyan, unhi haathon se jaan leti hai,
Khuda si hai khaslat uski, sukoon deti h par imtehaan leti hai...
Unse ho kar ke khafa, unhe he manane ki aadat hai meri,
Jaan-ae-jaa mohabbat jo nhi, ibadat hai meri...ЁЯеА
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