#unsaid

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  • arfa_rehamani 4d

    Aaj bhi Dil BAAGHI hai
    Bas yahi kaafi hai.


    ©arfa_rehamani

  • unsaid 8w

    Easing the heart.

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    Lucky are the ones who have friends and even little to share with, than those with heavy hearts and no one to listen.

    ©unsaid

  • unsaid 9w

    Paths

    Paths lead us to our destination. We must walk with love and compassion, even if it is full of thorns.

    ©unsaid

  • unsaid 10w

    #eid #unsaid #kashmir #sacrifice #obedience #purity

    My prayer for you in Eid nimaz :
    May Allah bless you with the answers and solutions you need.

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    Eid mubarak mirakeens.

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    This eid also, belong to SOPs.
    (Sacrifice, obedience, and purity.).

    Sacrifice and obedience of Ibrahim (a.s) to Allah,
    and of Ismail (a.s) to his Father Ibrahim (a.s),
    and purity of Allah towards both of them.

  • divoohere 10w

    Alfazz

    हर अंधेरा रोशनी में लग गया,जिसे देखो वो शायरी में लग गया...
    कोई अपनी अधूरी कहानी में तो, किसी को कलम से ही इश्क हो गया।।।
    ©divoohere

  • hinsfn 10w

    तेरे ख़त के खाली लिफ़ाफ़े में
    कुछ खुशबू तेरी भी थी
    उन उंगलियों ने जहां मोड़ी थी चिठ्ठी
    वहा दबी एक अकेली सिसकी भी थी
    बहुत कुछ था तेरी चिठ्ठी में
    ना आने की गमी खाली लिफ़ाफे में थी
    जहाँ होंठो से छुआ था लिफ़ाफे को तूने
    वहा नमी अभी कुछ बाकी सी थी
    कुछ बातें मुझसे से कर गई वो
    जो तुमने खुद, कभी कहीं न थी
    रुक रुक के आंहे भरती रही वो
    मानो, ना जाने कब से वो सफर में थी
    तुम्हारी कही सब बता गई वो मुझे
    जो अनकही थी वो शायद अश्को के निशां में थी
    ज़र्रे-ज़र्रे से लिपट कर कुछ इस कदर रोया फ़िर मैं,
    पता न था इतनी उदासी छुपी मुझ में थी..
    ©hinsfn

  • unsaid 10w

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #unsaid #kashmir #pod #sya @writersbay #friendship #wod #urdu #hindi #thoughts

    Unsaid-
    Friendship, isn't in names & means,
    Friendship is comfy like deodar with spines.

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    Friendship

    ^^^^^^^^^^^

    Dosti , Kabi nam ki, kabi kaam ki.
    Dosti , kabi samman ki jaise asmaan ki.

    Dosti, ye ki tum pehle ho...aur fawqiyat ho.
    Dosti, Kabi tum fursat ho... aur Sab ke bad ho.

    Dosti , kabi samj ki, kabi junoon sa.
    Dosti , kabi fazool si, kabi sukoon sa.

    Dosti ye ki , Kabi rishton mei zam hai.
    Dosti ye ki, Kabi apne b kam hai.

    Dosti , kabi aah si kabi waah si.
    Dosti , kabi sahal si kabi pecheedah si.
    ©unsaid

  • unsaid 11w

    Nights

    इस रात को नज़र ना लगे और कहीं सुबह न हो
    ये बारिश रुक न जाए ,
    और तुम्हारे ख्वाब खत्म न हो।








    Is rat ko nazar na lage aur kahin subah na ho..
    Ye barish ruk na jaye...
    aur tumhare khwab khatm na ho.
    ©unsaid

  • unsaid 11w

    Life

    is better without ??

  • _flow_of_words_ 11w

    Let it be unsaid..

    This time I wanted my secrets to be safe with me forever, but when I realize that someone needs to know, it makes me shake with the fear of being vulnerable again. I try hard to shield myself from all the emotions that are being shot at me, but I manage to block them all and stand bravely, letting the other person assume what they want to, even if it means that they start hating me at the end, but I can't risk my secrets anymore because the moment they know what I am planning, I am pretty sure I will be laughed at by saying that those things don't matter right now. There are so many years to come, but those things matter to me now. So I let myself die with the regret that I won't be able to tell the person I love the most that whatever I am doing is for them. Even if they are angry about my frustration, I just want them to know that I love them even if my anger explodes in the process because I can change by my experiences, but I will never change how I treat my people. I even know that there is no use in explaining to them because they will believe what they want to believe. Thus, I prefer to stay silent because I am afraid of my secrets going away from me and what if those secrets will never be mine again? 

    _ Utkarsha Kalambe 
    Dt. 11 July 2021 @15:15 hrs IST
    ©_flow_of_words_

  • slaughtered_heart 12w

    Those few words left unsaid
    were the one's that turned into
    regrets before I could find a
    chance to utter them...


    ©slaughtered_heart

  • burried_thoughts 13w

    Sufferance

    How much more should I wait for ?
    Will they always remain the same ?
    Wouldn't they budge even an inch ?
    Will my feelings ever be validated ?
    Will I ever be able to connect with them ?

    Is there a human who can relate with it ?
    Am I the only imperfect human;
    Am I the only one with flaws here !
    Even if it is, can someone be broad minded enough to accept me in my fullest ?

    They say they love me;
    But what about my emotions and feelings ?
    They name it concern;
    But why don't they understand ?
    They call their abuse correction;
    What about the bruises they cause?

    They demand obedience;
    What about the share of love that I deserve ?
    They brand my assertion as selfishness;
    what are they when they destitute me ?

    They deny my reality;
    What about the things that i experienced?
    They call my act of expressing myself drama;
    What about their melodrama to appeal me?

    ©burried_thoughts

  • unsaid 14w

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #unsaid #kashmir #pod #urdu #sya @writersbay #life #quiz #question #answer #wod


    Unsaid - The #art of being a good observant, and turning every coming negative tide into positive energy will present you life- long lessons and will enrich your growth.

    Bg- Depth explains everything. Sometimes a single word is sufficient to every query, sometimes numerous explanations won't suffice.

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    Life , A quiz

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    Kabi mudda't se pade har sawal ka jawab ,
    Ek Lafz hota hai.

    Kabi ek sawal ka jawab,
    Zindagi bhar ni milta.

    ©unsaid

  • unsaid 14w

    #readwriteunite #mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #trust #kashmir #unsaid #dependency #Allah #time #truth #blessed


    Unsaid - It is wise to choose to reliance on Allah, than to be self-dependent / independent.


    Bg ~ In zalimo'n ne wo feature bi cheen liya...@mirakee

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    Trust.

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    With time , i found the verity, Wallah.
    Blessed you are, if relied on Allah.

    وقتی حقیقت را پیدا کردم-
    من به خدا اعتماد دارم -

    ©unsaid

  • unsaid 14w

    #readwriteunite #mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #conceit #kashmir #unsaid #star #sun #assume #pride #love

    English :

    Don't assume yourself as the mere star of love.
    Sun was exacted to set, on this conceit.

    ©unsaid

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    Conceit

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    Tum wahid na samjo khud ko, muhabbat ke sitare jaisa.
    Suraj ki bi sham hui thi, jab usko guma'n hua.

    ©unsaid

  • unsaid 14w

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #pod #kashmir #unsaid #love #wod


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    Ashq'e che'tin ( Condiment of Love)
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    Born with nothing left behind her, she came with everything she would have àsked for. It was love that moulded her being and forced her to live beyond earth transcending everything with that heart full of love. She strolled on thorns, aimless through the streets, and ceased her soul at the door sill. These clicks belong to Ashk'e chetin, although I don't know her real name but I would've certainly called her with this name, despite knowing the real one.

    Ashk'e chetin was immensely beautiful and at all levels of her being -face, heart and soul. A special one, known within and outside the walls of her home, she was adorned and admired everywhere, moreover worshipped by the Majnu's over the streets. A lone sister of many brothers, probably the luckiest from every tilt. She was loved by many from what I have heard. On the way back home , she was exposed to the blowing whistles through the streets from her admirers who would circumambulate around her and used to follow her and tease her from her college gate all the way up to her home. To some extent, she was conceited by her own charm and thus would react with some in a worse manner, except for Mushtaq.

    Mushtaq, perhaps, was a bit more striking and appealing among all her admirers and what she found in him , was a celebrity of love. Mushtaq, in response too, was one of those longing for her "Yes". While days passed into months and probably years as well, Mushtaq was at the edge of losing hope. To his surprise she said 'Yes" to him filling his life with the greatest of joy. Ashk'e chetin perhaps found him more careful, silent, deep, sensible, incredible and pious upto a level.

    When one of the colleagues was passing on this story to us I was greedy to finish it quickly, like you are now ,but I wasn't sure it will end like a bursting cloud.

    Finally , they were in love and this blend of love like chetin (condiment) in the mixer, where they lost their individuality became one- an unforgettable flavor of love. Chetin was sure about Mushtaq as the man of her life when the college was filled with tales of their love, their bond amidst the jealous eyes and tongues.

    Alas! Love needs the food of reason,, and fades with time , if a catalyst is no more at hand. Mushtaq and his care, his depth got filled with silt thus gradually fading out. The river of love was in it's old stage and in need of rejuvenation, sacrosanct yet weak and dry thus meandering. With time, doubts started growing in the ashke chetin's head also. To feel the beloved and his love slipping away was not hard for someone who devoted all of her being for love. She tried to sprinkle the cactus full of water, all in vain.

    I still walk in the streets of her wondering and trying to conjure the pain that so deeply affected her and made her suffer.You too may feel the same.

    While searching for her love in the fog of betrayal, she became a wanderer. Now looking aged, she wasn't the talk of the old streets of Anantnag any more. Mushtaq was guilty by heart, who had started ignoring her and finally got rid off her, someone he chased back in his youth.

    Chetin at last was left with what happens to many true lovers 'A broken & trembled heart' - imbalanced and unwilling to steady itself. Although she looks aged now, she could still marry a younger, more handsome and more wealthy person. Her parents and loving brothers insisted on her for the same, to which she rejected in credence. In today's world, it is hard to find that kind of depth in love. Love is now lean because of compulsory blue ticks on social media and some jio plans on the phone. Love has been eroded to 'if and but', to dating by the western elements , etc.
    "Love was beyond marriage...." I heard this phrase from a close one, who sacrificed his love for a wonderful reason- Social norms, you know, can never define love and accept it.

    Chetin continued to reject the offers from many , her brother's choices and many more. She was a firm believer in blessings of Resh Moul Saeb and thus started visiting his Shrine ,where she drained out tears and poured out her heart. She would cry out the tears of complaint with Mushtaq, tears of great love betrayal and lounging, tears of immeasurable depth of love and probably tears of sulphur which still touches the tongue of many who visit to taste the sulphur water of springs of Sherbagh ( a part of Anantnag town).

    Baba Hyder Rishi (r.a) popularly known by the name of Resh Moul Saeb was a venerated saint of south kashmir , particular to Anantnag town. His ziyarat is located at the Heart of Anantnag / Islamabad town. Since Chetin was local, Resh Moul never paid heed to her tears for the saying goes on that 'Reshmoul is more of non-locals , than locals'.

    Finally, Ashke chetin died at the door sill of his beloved father-.Resh moul.The street boys should be given a credit to this name, Ashke chetin, who used to taunt her, after mushtaq left her and she wandered around. The streets of Anantnag still resonate this flavour of this condiment of love.


    Summary :

    This is a true story of romeo and Juliet from Anantnag #Kashmir , where juliet was in love with a guy named mushtaq (romeo) who cheated her and married someone else. Her parents forced and requested her in millions to marry. They assured to find someone better, but she refused. She became a wanderer and for many years, she used to be near the shrine of .... Reshmoul sb. and she used to cry there very loud. She prayed day and night , but failed . She was rich, but she denied her wealth. She died as a wanderer. As Ashke chetin , she became a classic example of love beyond imagination , she became Ashke chetin- In whom love dissolves itself.


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    Unsaid - Immensely grateful to @bariya_hamid for adding the last brick and polishing this story.

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    Ashq'e che'tin
    (Condiment of Love)


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    Ishq ke dar pe kya khada hue...
    Hum to fana hue...

    ©unsaid

    (Caption plz☺️).

  • cherish312 15w

    Unsaid

    Some words left unsaid will have
    more meaning and impact
    than said
    ©cherish312

  • unsaid 16w

    #mirakee #pod #readwriteunite @writersnetwork #wod #lost #loss #unsaid #Kashmir @writersbay #sya #path #road #dear #numb

    In Urdu :

    Yu'n jab fir in khasta raston par chalna hua,
    Dile _behas ka, fir hawao'n ki khatir rukna hua.
    Kinare yahan ta'eed de rahe hain khud ko ,
    Ek khoye hue razdaa:n aaj fir guzarna hua.
    ©unsaid

    #Unsaid :
    (Let's have a walk on our beloved road... & listen , what friendship means...)
    To a lost one... What is best gift i can send .. ?

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    To a Lost one.

    °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
    Still when i walk on thy curly paths,
    Where my heart numbs.
    Where a blowing wind is enough...
    to give me a little pause.
    Where the two ends of road , on my left & right,
    brief each other & comfort my loss.
    There, my dear,
    my eyes still rove to catch your shadows.

    ©unsaid

  • unsaid 16w

    #mirakee #pod #readwriteunite @writersnetwork #wod #motif #unsaid #Kashmir @writersbay #sya #khumar #sleep #aurora #Borealis



    #Unsaid - Neend aaye to khumar h vo , na aaye to subeh ka intizar.


    #Bg - Do you know Aurora Borealis ? They say sky conditions have nothing to do with it.

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    خمار - Khuma'r

    Meri palko'n pe wo neend ke khuma'r jaisa.
    Raat ke safar mei, subh'u ke intizar jaisa.
    ©unsaid

  • unsaid 17w

    #mirakee #pod #readwriteunite @writersnetwork #wod #motif #unsaid #Kashmir @writersbay #sya #seashore #earth #sky #differences #distances #atmosphere #rain #care #apart


    At times, we see the rift between two people as boundless as the distance between earth and the sky. And we suppose, there are no evidences to affirm this bond. "Bala aise kab hua hai ki zaameen aasman se mili ho. !!!".
    Yet with a positive gear, we try to compare it with the space in between, the elements like O2/N, as happiness and pollutants like CO , NO2 , SO2 as concern. We also observe it's layers viz; tropo, strato, meso , etc. as limits.. & when we try to cross those, we fullfill it with consciousness and required caution.
    And we add... "Although this earth and the sky seem to be apart, they custody each other. We have indications; One , without being poignant, the Sky hosts the sun to nourish earth , warms it , beautifies it with different seasons & greenish plants with colourful flowers.
    And then, notice the earth & its reaction, it spins & revolves (say dances), blooms in colours, turns the seasons , and switches the conduct of its residents during days and nights. The earth thus, manifests the sky ...that i am alive, vigorous and extremely happy , only because of you.
    The sky responds too in various fashions & moods.... changing its color from grey / black to blue , decorates itself with clouds, thunders the anger, and when missing the earth, it rains and ends with a smile in rainbow . So does the earth. It floods...when it rains heavily... creates storms to depict its anger...."

    The story goes a long way...but in sum, it doesn't matter they are apart , they care.


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    Unsaid ka Dimag : Ye Geography padte padte b koi shayir banta hai kya !!!.��

    Unsaid : Geography bi to ek shayiri hi hai, jo samaj aaye na aaye...pasand sabko aati hai.��

    Bg: Visit a sea end and you ll realise : doesn't matter, there are distances and differences in between, somewhere the sky & the earth are together.

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    Somewhere, there is a seashore.

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    Duriyan sakht hoti nahi, banayi jati hai.
    Fasle b kam hote ni, mitaye jate hain.

    Hasi , khushi, ye sab to nazrana hai.
    Asal mei ek dusre ke gam bhulaye jate hain.

    ©unsaid