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🖤!!.Listening isn't just about being quiet. It's about listening to what is said, what is unsaid, nd what is meant with your eyes, ears nd heart.!!🖤
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The amount of good things in your life depends on your ability to notice them. -𝚳𝚨Ʀ𝐂𝚶
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My vision of the new man is of a rebel, of a man who is in search of his original self, of his original face. A man who is ready to drop all masks, all pretensions, all hypocrisies, and show to the world what he, in reality, is. Whether he is loved or condemned, respected, honored or dishonored, crowned or crucified, does not matter; because to be yourself is the greatest blessing in existence. -𝚳𝚨Ʀ𝐂𝚶
Mera Imtihaan Jo Tu Le Raha Hai
Ab Naa Riyayatein Kar
Maine Ishq Seekha Maine Pyar Seekha
Tu Chahe Nafratein Kar
Maine Dil diya hai Maine Dukh liya hai,
Tu saudai maan le par
Mera Imtihaan Jo Tu Le Raha Hai
Ab Naa Riyayatein Kar
तर्कों की कसौटी पर
बगावत करना सीखिए,
जवानी हाँ में हाँ मिलाने के लिए नहीं है
Aankhon se gale laga lo, seene se lagaane me pabandiyaan bohot hain,
lafzon se haal suna do, khamoshi jatane me pabandiyaan bohot hain.
Dil chahta hai baith kar der tak baat ho, haathon me haath ho aur raat ho, par is sheher, is samaaj, is waqt ke beech khul ke paas aane me pabandiyaan bohot hain.
Tum saamne ho phir bhi faasla sa kyu hai, haal poochne ka bhi alag silsila sa kyu hai,
yeh mohabbat hai ya majboori ka libaas naam lene me bhi pabandiyaan bohot hain.
Isliye nazron ko thoda aur bolne do, dhadkanon ko chupke se raaz kholne do, jab mil na sakein to mehsoos hi sahi warna is daur-e-ishq me pabandiyaan bohot hain.
I’ll stop writing now.
These pages are starting
to lean in your direction.
I’m not in love.
I just feel warmer
when you exist in the same day as me.
That’s all.
That’s… probably all.
Sometimes I imagine you reading this.
Not knowing it’s about you.
And I like that.
Because if you ever recognize yourself here,
it would mean
you were paying attention too.
I think affection arrives quietly.
Not like a storm,
but like rain you notice
only when the air smells different.
I catch myself saving sentences
I’d never send.
They don’t say “I miss you.”
They say things like:
Did you eat today?
This reminded me of you.
Small, harmless things...
yet my heart treats them like secrets.
There’s a strange calm lately.
As if my thoughts
have found a place to sit.
I won’t say why.
I just know the noise softened
around the same time you did
I don’t write your name.
Not because, I don’t know it........
but because names make things real,
and I’m still pretending this is nothing
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Build your woman, don't just sex her, teach her how to drive, help her apply for jobs, encourage her to study and support her dreams.jab dard ka badal chaya
Jab gum ka saya lahraya
Jab aansu palko tak aya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya
Hume dil ko yeh samjaya
Ki dil akhir tu kyu roota hai
Duniya me uhi hota hai
Yeh jo gehere sannate hai
Waqt ne sab ko baate hai
Thora gum hai sab ka kissa
Thori dhup hai sab ka hissa
Aankh teri dekaar hi nam hai
Har pal ek naya mausam hai
Kyu tu aese pal khota hai
Dil akhir kyu tu rota hai
Life~
Sometimes with ups and sometimes with downs, the importance of showing care to yourself and patience is a holy act!
You look so damn gorgeous!
