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Patjhad ke mausam ke baad nayi kaliya khilegi, Andhera hai aaj, kal Suraj ki kirne chamkegi, Tujhse waqt nahi hai rutha, waswase hai tere kireen ke, Ayy yaar tu phool hai mehak chahak apne hi tarano me. #astoriaslove #love #peace #inspiration #yqbaba #yqdidi #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Euphonic Hymns Collaborating with The Unfoun

Patjhad ke mausam ke baad nayi kaliya khilegi, Andhera hai aaj, kal Suraj ki kirne chamkegi, Tujhse waqt nahi hai rutha, waswase hai tere kireen ke, Ayy yaar tu phool hai mehak chahak apne hi tarano me. #astoriaslove #love #peace #inspiration #yqbaba #yqdidi #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Euphonic Hymns Collaborating with The Unfoun

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It was nothing sort of the tantrums of today's world, the signs were clear. Our love was like wax melting on the skin, we pass through all thick and thin. She loved me of all the odds but I wasn't ready, I erred her, and couldn't resist her. I tried to run away from her but she was always there for me, standing at the corner, kissing me. I was her culprit as I never fulfilled the magnificent equation of her love. She would always approach to hug me tightly and pamper me. And every morning I woke up to make her unlove me instead I saw her getting invested in me more rigorously. I was living in the nihility, I cannot live with this fact, my alter ego was constantly reminding me to leave her, to say her that I need to go, to leave. Everytime I face her, her love made me oblivious of this fact. Love is destroying me and halting me to move forward. I am not a lover nor I have any love. Thanks Rooh 🖤@astoria Overrated !🍁 For the pokes. ❤️ #bg_muse #love #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqparentnaama #quotestitchers #aestheticthoughts #hin

It was nothing sort of the tantrums of today's world, the signs were clear. Our love was like wax melting on the skin, we pass through all thick and thin. She loved me of all the odds but I wasn't ready, I erred her, and couldn't resist her. I tried to run away from her but she was always there for me, standing at the corner, kissing me. I was her culprit as I never fulfilled the magnificent equation of her love. She would always approach to hug me tightly and pamper me. And every morning I woke up to make her unlove me instead I saw her getting invested in me more rigorously. I was living in the nihility, I cannot live with this fact, my alter ego was constantly reminding me to leave her, to say her that I need to go, to leave. Everytime I face her, her love made me oblivious of this fact. Love is destroying me and halting me to move forward. I am not a lover nor I have any love. Thanks Rooh 🖤@astoria Overrated !🍁 For the pokes. ❤️ #bg_muse #love #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqparentnaama #quotestitchers #aestheticthoughts #hin

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Wild flowers are often castigated, Thrown on roads for people to trample, And their fragrance fill the sky. Truthful are despised Like the Nightingale's rose Lost over the gold. Sobriety exists in the yellow pages Degrading at some cranky corner, Glitz everytime won, So the neon signs flashing at nights. Chaos will enter the neurons And annihilate hearts from inside. You inhale smoke what people lit, They burn nicotine in the air, Numbing the electricity of the brain. Beads of the rosary will fall And people will suck blood Until they see, and that will be Too late when they will be Grabbed by the forelock of death. Orders have begun and Horns on the heads have grown, The signs are being fulfilled Break the oblivion you are in And come to the tangerine light Where dew drops form on grass And humble your back. Cherish the warmth of the sun. //Zoom to read. // Sister Hafsa hope this poem satiates your mind. Sorry for the delay. And cherish and live your life. Hope the best of

Wild flowers are often castigated, Thrown on roads for people to trample, And their fragrance fill the sky. Truthful are despised Like the Nightingale's rose Lost over the gold. Sobriety exists in the yellow pages Degrading at some cranky corner, Glitz everytime won, So the neon signs flashing at nights. Chaos will enter the neurons And annihilate hearts from inside. You inhale smoke what people lit, They burn nicotine in the air, Numbing the electricity of the brain. Beads of the rosary will fall And people will suck blood Until they see, and that will be Too late when they will be Grabbed by the forelock of death. Orders have begun and Horns on the heads have grown, The signs are being fulfilled Break the oblivion you are in And come to the tangerine light Where dew drops form on grass And humble your back. Cherish the warmth of the sun. //Zoom to read. // Sister Hafsa hope this poem satiates your mind. Sorry for the delay. And cherish and live your life. Hope the best of

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‡ collab ‡ ♦ continued in caption ♦ Once when I was young and shy, I ran through gardens of peonies, The sun in my eyes. Now although I'm old and gray The memories held captiv

‡ collab ‡ ♦ continued in caption ♦ Once when I was young and shy, I ran through gardens of peonies, The sun in my eyes. Now although I'm old and gray The memories held captiv

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Twice... ≈collab≈ ★ continued in caption ★ Once when I was young and shy, I ran through gardens of peonies, The sun in my eyes. Now although I'm old and gray The memories held captiv

Twice... ≈collab≈ ★ continued in caption ★ Once when I was young and shy, I ran through gardens of peonies, The sun in my eyes. Now although I'm old and gray The memories held captiv