rafta-rafta sanse meri thamti ja rahi hai waqt ki nazaqat ko samjho surkh rango ki nadiya hotho se aa rahi hai maut aj mujhpe muskura rahi hai lagta hai badduwao ka daur abhi baki hai sine ki dhadkane ab rukti ja rahi hai waqt akhri hai koi 2 ghut sharbat ka pila do suna hai zalim maut badi kadwi hai lagta hai khun se humne wafa nahi nibhaya ab to wo bhi barish ki trah hotho se aa rahi hai ye maut hai janab jo humse wafa nibha rahi hai mujhe aj apne agosh me bula rahi hai aj maut ki ahat mujhe sata rahi hai ©bratty about to die

about to die #कोट्स

rafta-rafta sanse meri thamti ja rahi hai
waqt ki nazaqat ko samjho
surkh rango ki nadiya hotho se aa rahi hai
maut aj mujhpe muskura rahi hai
lagta hai badduwao ka daur abhi baki hai
sine ki dhadkane ab rukti ja rahi hai
waqt akhri hai koi 2 ghut sharbat ka pila do
suna hai zalim maut badi kadwi hai
lagta hai khun se humne wafa nahi nibhaya
ab to wo bhi barish ki trah hotho se aa rahi hai
ye maut hai janab jo humse wafa nibha rahi hai
mujhe aj apne agosh me bula rahi hai
aj maut ki ahat mujhe sata rahi hai

©bratty about to die

Defaulter Fauji

रिश्ते खत्म कर देने से, मोहब्बत खत्म नही हो जाती... मोहब्बत उनसे भी होती है, जो दुनिया छोड़ जाते हैं|🥺😭 ©Defaulter Fauji Die To Live Or Live to Die 🥺💞

Die To Live Or Live to Die 🥺💞 #Poetry

रिश्ते खत्म कर देने से, मोहब्बत खत्म नही हो जाती... मोहब्बत उनसे भी होती है, जो दुनिया छोड़ जाते हैं|🥺😭

©Defaulter Fauji Die To Live
Or
Live to Die 🥺💞

dream _chora_9933

#myvoice #, love is life but better about to die #👍💐

Mwangi Kirungoh

There's a cemetery in everyone's mind: The place we bury our greatest fears. Tonight... I walk down that road, Wandering through its streets, I feel it, I know it. I'm afraid I'm scared I see a boy lying there, A cold breeze blows over his body, The world doesn't recognize him anymore. Besides him is a cat with a shattering face, Hungry, lonely and longing for his touch. The thought of death climbs onto me, Religion, heaven, hell and all that stuff. One day the world won't recognize me too, We won't speak the same language anymore. That is what scares me. All of it goes; The new faces we meet, The friends we make And the memories we make, All gone! Are we just born to die eventually? Will I make it far? Have I done enough? Born to die?