I Am, As The Poets Say, A Disaster.

the hypocrisy of being human; the constant tug between solitude and company, the desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all, of wanting everything and wanting nothing.

Having a good heart is attractive. being attentive when someone is baring their soul to you is attractive. watching someone fall in love with a part of themselves that caused an insecurity is attractive.

If you can’t stop the rain from falling, hold their hand and stand with them as the drops soak your souls together. If you can’t dry their tears, let your own eyes fill as you sit beside them and share their sorrow. And if you can’t bring sleep to their restless nights, stay awake with them, talking, dreaming, or just sitting in silence. Love is not about solutions; it’s about presence, connection, and showing them they’ll never face life alone.

The truest and most beautiful form of love is simply being there for someone. It’s not about fixing everything or making their pain disappear, but about standing by them through it all.

Jisko jo bhi milta hai بے سبب nahi milta..

Sab ko سب nahi milta..

Khwahishen dil ka sath chhod gayi

Ye aziyat badi aziyat hai.

~jaun elia

this cat was trapped in my building shaft and i rescued him from there and ever since he is living with me.

Tell me about the love you've never received and let me fill the void.

Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.

There are some pains so heavy that even words fail to carry them. You long for someone to listen, to understand, to say something—anything—that might ease the weight in your heart. But sometimes, no conversation can lighten the burden, no words can truly comfort, and no shoulder feels close enough to lean on. You cry in silence, hoping for relief, but some wounds are meant to be carried alone.

“What cannot be said will be wept.”

— Unknown

“Abhi utha hoon neend se tumhara khwab dekh ke // abhi tum ek khwab ho, abhi pas-e-hijaab ho.”

as a dream you came to me and woke me from my sleep—even now, you’re still a dream, even now, you’re behind the veil.

ساحر لدھیانوی