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Wednesday, November 07, 2012

Sand in a fist

Loving someone is easy. Loving them enough is what most people fail at. And those who love enough often mistakenly feel like they love too much. There is no 'too much' in love ~ Blue

I open my MacBook after three days and plug in the charger to start it up. I see I never logged out.

Closing Immigration, later age pregnancy guides, IVF discussions and Brain pickings page to open my Blogger. 

Everything sounds cliched. Every complaint I make in my head, passe. 

Then why does the heart ache more than ever before? Why is there not a single happiness I can look back to and smile. Living tires me out, laughing makes me bleed internally.

Ab Naye Saal Ki Mohlat Nahin Milnay Vali
Aa Chukay Ab To Shab-O-Roz Azabon Valay


Ab Tou Sab Dashna-O-Khanjar Ki Zuban Boltay Hain
Ab Kahan Log Muhabbat K Nisaabon Valay


Zinda Rahne Ki Tamanna Ho To Ho Jatay Hain
Faakhtaaon K Bhi Kirdar Uqabon Valay.

~ Faiz Ahmed Faiz




Ya Allaah, yeh sab kyaa hai?

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