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“I love you”, These three words can change a person. If reciprocated it becomes a poem that reflects through smiles, and aches. If unrequited it is a musing that pains, clamours, like a wound, and aches

Smiling faces sometimes are masks hiding pain felt within Not wanting to share the numbing despair but to keep on feeling the shine from those who keep it kind

If you were my rose Then I'd be your sun Painting you rainbows When the rains come. I'd change my orbit to banish the night As to keep you in my nurturing light. I can be romantic too. If you were my island Then I'd be your sea If you were love's promise Then I would be time.

Evening time..

i have started believing the certainty of uncertainty i have started believing that i exist i was killed a long ago, yet i breathe i have started believing in divinity sobia

I tried to fix it But it still bleeds Your thoughts and memories Which don't allow it to heal This naive heart Don't mind it's ailments Ailments of her separation And ailments of distant dreams Which could never be fulfilled....

You're the #mirror image of my letters unsent Of the springs I missed U're the soft tendril voice stoking life in'em Unfeigned smile, as my pen dons happy abrasions, stack'ur wise words in head May i hold the lamp for u When u read the silence of the chaos in us #vss365

When the sun sets The birds return to their nests The dust settles The night falls The moon rises Then in leisure moments Remembering your talking eyes And some magical nights Those long conversations The unfulfilled promises And blanks and voids Which you left and went away...

Persistent You are always In the back of my mind No matter what I do Or where I am Beyond #clockwork or reasons Digging down into my very core Relentless you won’t let me forget A presence I cannot forsake #vss365 #clockwork

the title page of the book said, 'read me' the first page of the book said 'this is my story. don't read me' every page of the book was a story i kept turning pages i kept reading stories on the last page, where the story was ending, it was written 'don't read me, read yourself'

Many flowers will bloom again The fragrance of your memory will spread again Each flower presents a picture of the forgotten colour And the image of your memories In the world of hearts Your shadow still roams This heart pleads you Either fill my cradle or let me die....

My favorite..

we loved the love with the love but had to sacrifice the love for the sake of love we had for each other...

دروازے کون کھولتا ہے میں نہیں جانتی بند دروازے کے پیچھے کھلا دروازہ ملے گا کھلے دروازے کے پیچھے بند دروازہ ملے گا میں نہیں جانتی میرا دروازوں پہ اختیار نہیں دَر آنا, دروازے ہی پہ اختتام نہیں کس کا دَر, کس کی چوکھٹ, کس کا دروازہ میں نہیں جانتی دروازے میرے اندر ہیں یا باہر میں

You forgot me So easily Can't imagine Is it reality Or any dream Me still waiting for you Without any hope Knowing you will not return But still waiting for your last look Will you turn back And look at me Your one look is enough To live one complete life...

RUQAYA AL-ASR MOURNS HER FATHER, SAYYED HASSAN NASRALLAH

If she has forgotten you What is the wonder You also didn't try To call her once.... 💔💔

did you say 'love' i think i heard 'love' why love, why you, why me a desert of sand, unquenchable thirst a drop of rain, shaking in fear i drop and perish in vain a drop of rain, a tear in the eye i perish in vain the tear drops, the raindrop crashes on the burning sand all