Latest Posts by kafkaspupil - Page 2

Jisne paa liya usne paa kar mitti kar diya, Aur jisne nahi paya wo khud Khaak ho gaya.

But how could you live and have no story to tell?

"Bol ke dasya te ki dasya."

— if one has to ask for it then what's the point of asking for it.

Chori chori hum se tum aa kar mile the jis jagah

muddaten guzrin par ab tak wo Thikana yaad hai

—Hasrat Mohani

The desire to be loved is the last illusion.

Give it up and you'll be free.

Wo kehte haina ke cheezein apne waqt mai qaid hai, jab sahi waqt ata hai toh sab hojata hai.

no matter what others say but i strongly believe that —

"Aurat bewafa nahi hoti or jo bewafa hoti hai wo fitratan aurat nahi hoti ye duniya achy mardon ki waja se nahi chalti achi aurat ki waja se chalti hai."

Sometimes, it feels like life has come to a standstill. Nothing interests the heart, no desire to talk to anyone. There’s just a strange silence within, echoing like noise only I can hear. There’s no longing for anything, as if everything has lost its meaning.

i wholeheartedly believe girls who are on tumblr deserve fairy wings.

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.

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.

Jahan mein aisa kaun hai ke jisko gām mila nahin?

Tumhare pyar ki kasam tumhara gam hai mera gam.

"I miss you" kya hota hai. Seedha bolo "Kahan ho tum, chale aao, Mohabbat ka taqaza hai. Ghum-e-Duniya se ghabra kar tumhein Dil ne pukara hai"

maybe one day you'll relate to the poems about being in love and being loved back. and not the ones about longing for it like it's something distant & unattainable for you.

We often live in the illusion that if we leave someone behind, we will find them the same way even after years. But that's not how it works.

This is life—any emptiness left behind is eventually filled by someone else. Someone's absence doesn't really make a difference in the long run. Yes, there is pain for a while, but eventually, the emptiness is always filled.

I fear being a burden on people's hearts. I pray that if my presence ever makes someone feel uneasy, May Allah remove me from their life. But never let me become a weight on anyone's heart or soul.

There's an art to oversharing while simultaneously making sure that people still know nothing about you.

“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

Subah kay takht nasheen shaam ko mujrim thairay

Hum ne pal bhar mein naseebon ko badaltay dekha hai

— Bahadur Shah Zaffar

is vasl-e-yaar just a myth?

Im not good in Urdu but I think it means meeting ur lover again.

No you don't actually meet them but in memories yes . Loog Chale jaate hain par hamari yadon me hanesha rehte Hai. When we sometimes see somethings and remember them that's when vasl e yaar happens. Every time u remember them vasl e yaar happens .

Raahatein means sookoon right ?

Sokoon is having the ability to forget them to find yourself little more :)

Raahatein is stop expecting things from other .

Raahatein is spending time in nature [ nature heals everything]

Most importantly raahatein is giving yourself a second chance .

Raahatein is healing yourself. Heal yourself.

beautifully said. and thank you for putting such a great effort in explaining. this means a lot.<333

i'm not Kafka but

the masculine urge to make them feel safe, to remind them how lovely they are, to make them blush with the littlest compliments, to leave them notes, to buy them flowers and books, to cheer them up when they're not feeling good, to make them feel valid.

I find it so attractive when someone talks about wht they're passionate about. Seriously they could be rambling on about how much they love cats, or about smthng I don't even understand.

is vasl-e-yaar just a myth?

आ कि वाबस्ता हैं उस हुस्न की यादें तुझ से ~

Poet: Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Na marna munasib jiya bhi na jaye re, haaye re

Ever noticed we pick up little habits and phrases from people we love? It's no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. We become a reflection of people who we care about and those personality traits stick with us all our life.

how do I tell my parents that their bright child is no longer shining? how do I tell them that I lost that spark a long time ago? how do I break the hearts of the people who never once doubted me and supported me that I sometimes felt like I don't deserve?

Khwahishen dil ka sath chhod gayi

Ye aziyat badi aziyat hai.

~jaun elia