People-: how organised you are!?
Me:- Instagram par bhi post save krne ke liye 50+ subfolders bna rkhe hain 😌😁
Ps-: Bas zindagi organise karna bhul gya🥹🥹
Toxic trait-: khane ka saaman laakar khana hi bhul jata hun 🥲
Moye moye moye
I wish I could cry on someone's shoulder and tell them how tired I am.
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Nobody should love me. I'm a mess, a suitcase filled with scars and a naive who thinks the world is kind enough but the reality is different, so let me be in my peace where love doesn't exist neither the betrayal nor the promises, neither the facade nor the fear of not being chosen one day.
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There is nothing I want more than to turn a house into a home for us.
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When you love someone, you don't only love, you build their presence inside you and their presence makes it so pure that you never seek to look out for it.
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I have written hundreds of poems in which I held your hand, kissed your scars, made your gullibility mine,
But would you live in a poem where you intertwine my fingers and let me place my head on your shoulder where my gullibility is accepted, would you love me the same way as I do while looking into your eyes and reading the sobs that you hide or will you make me calm when I am not able to gulp rage of tsunami inside so I cry, I cry, and when I'm the pieces of stained goblet mirror, will you celebrate me then as I do with the half crescent moon, will you wait for me each day as I wait for the buds to bloom!
I don't know why I find each and every home decor item so attractive and cute that by very next moment I buy it, ek din mere bankrupt banne ke reasons honge yeh, 😭😭
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If I ever date, my girl will receive this each time we meet! 🌚
#Manifestation
Sher ka kal exam hai, aur sher ka maansik santulan bigad chuka hai
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this is meeee, If anyone of you leaves the channel,
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𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦,
𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴
𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 ,
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮
𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘵
𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 ,
𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 , 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥
𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴.
𝘺𝘰𝘶 might be 𝘢𝘳𝘵,
𝘣𝘶𝘵
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯
𝘢𝘯
𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵.
-𝘴𝘴
So, Went to office to collect the admit card, and for my amazement, I got to know ki mere attendance 40% hain😂 (in reality it should be somewhere between 25-30℅) and jis bnde ne puri classes attend kri uski 23℅ hai, and the twist ki uska name bhi Amir hai, and now he has to give the affidavit. 😂😂
Same name hone ke benefits aaj samjh aagya 🤣, uske attendance ko mere me count kar diya office walon ne😁, but feeling bad for the another Amir🌚
Post 38
3 AMHe was a poetry,
Written at 3 am.
Some says, it's Murky hour
Some says, it's when dawn go-off.
No one can be sure,
It's vague , it's absurd.
It's where the melancholy,
the subtle joy of tears,
a moment,
beyond dark n dawn
But a moment,
when artist wakes-up to life.
Pours life in dead,
Where lost beings
Finds meaning to their life.
It's when everyone is in dreams
and his dream fell apart.
He's muse for murk,
where gloom becomes his glow.
Hasrat💌
and then I saw into her eyes, the lines resembled autumn, whether the warmth she couldn't fetch led to this expedition or the destiny that not led to love me caused her tulip eyes to cascade the sighs, I read her eyes once in all of the moment I saw her and gathered the courage to glance at them, they were inconsistent red while I compared them always as the almond-like sun which poured the warmth to me in the dead-winter, alas the thorn kissed my bare feet where I was garlanding it, the blood was nor visible neither my palpable grief but the heart stopped for a longer moment I could expect, but what was the thorn, whether it was the ardor I instilled and decorated my pieces and didn't get it or whether I realised I'm not the guy she wants, all the notions were withering the skin that I withhold to disguise, and then my eyes turned dry resembling autumn and heart as the frosted flake of winter, I lost the words of warmth but could not abideu her from my lingering mind, my eyes as trapped in a cage, again found her today or were my ears that ran towards her laughter in the chasmic chaos and then at that moment my heart shivered again as the pieces of leaves during the thunderstorms, I kept my eyes unnoticeable but it turned dry as the little pieces of flame but nothing I could do except loving her from afar.
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Have saved all the cute home decor on Insta so I can do the same with my gurl😅🥹,
is it too much to ask!?
सुना है कि वो आसानी से बात नही करता
अच्छा मतलब जज्बात बर्बाद नही करता
कह देते हैं कहने वाले सब कुछ उस को
अपने जख्मों की वो कोई फरियाद नही करता
तलब तो होती होगी उसे भी इक यार की
पर वो है के तन्हाई को भी नाशाद नही करता
जो मिलो उसे तुम तो थोड़ा दर्द लेकर जाना
बेकारों से भी वो बेदाद नही करता
अब उस से बिछड़ने वाले क्या जाने हसरत
शख्स बीत जाता है वो जज्बात आजाद नही करता
हसरत💌
फरियाद - complaint/शिकायत
नाशाद - दुःखी/ Unhappy
बेदाद - injustice/अन्याय
Sometimes when I am alone I often think about the feeling of how our parents still believe that we are naive and immature. Unfamiliar about the harshness of the people and just the world around us.
If only they could hear how deep our conversations are with our friends, how night takes away our smile and the light of our eyes that shines so bright in the daylight.
The giggling sounds of our laughter,
and how we are truly aware of reality for how often we think and plan our future.
Almost to the fact, where the anxiety takes our breath away.
But at the end of the day, they still can't be blamed for the facades we hold behind, to keep them happy. Somewhere, it's all a cycle in the end.
#them
~©Darkpit
https://youtu.be/rG72557KFf4?si=RKAWUeHzEPzJb9vD
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I crafted poems like I am intertwining our hands under daylight
Will you keep me in your heart as a metaphor I composed for us!?
If someday you sit beside me by the bonfire, where the flame looks for the eyes and stillness lingers the moment of warmth, I will wrap you in my shawl and the moment you put your head on my shoulder,
You will hear the symphony that waves inside my purity of warmth that even the birds envy you for, you will know the tale that only the birds know and envy how symphonic rhythm a heartbeat can be as my heart beats for you!
Usko dekha to ye khayal aaya
Kabhi kisi ko muqammal jahan nhi mil paya
Stay tuned, exam pahle khatm hota hai ya sher ka maansik santulan
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✿♡
And it rained a lot today
Well it's rare when winters cry.
It felt as if the coldness
That it was hiding in himself
And covering it with winds
Came out in the form of rain
Yeah it cried!
Cried a lot...
Until he wasn't satisfied,
Until his wounds didn't get healed,
Until his heart didn't insist him to stop from shedding his emotions,
Until the flashbacks of past didn't stop haunting him,
Until he didn't consoled his melting soul.
And then he moulded himself
To a new one!
Someone just messaged me, ki syllabus agar waqt par padh liya hota to ye likhne ki zarurat nhi padti 🥹🥹
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4 din baad exams hain, aur yhan headache se padha nhi jaa rha, dheere dheere 3 Idiot ka Raju banta jaa rha hun😵💫🤡☠️
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