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  • farah_naqvi 221w

    No longer stir the feelings in
    these fugacious pleasures of the world
    tentalizing delights of beingness
    the transitory lushness
    short lived springs and the volatile love

    For I've percieved these comfy SILK paths slip stealthily into awful prickly destinations.

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  • farah_naqvi 222w

    Your memories,
    hurt my chest muscles.
    Compressing my lungs
    and shutting the throat tight
    these make me suffocate to death.
    Whereupon I've SNEEZED them out Just as the body does in a protective reflex of something vexing the nose.

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  • farah_naqvi 222w

    I have been choking on the remnants of your love
    My lungs did hurt whilst coughing the malignancy of your malicious memories
    My veins circulated the poison of your love throughout my body
    And these are the CONCRETE evidences that
    You set my soul on fire
    it wasn't a little spark, but a roaring big flame that kept me smouldering so far.


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  • farah_naqvi 222w

    How pleasing relevance does the SOFT blossoming petals and the harsh pointed thorns have.
    Keeping the promises
    Reciprocating each other's love
    One by guarding the softness against being crushed and other by adding an infinite beauty to the harshness.

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  • farah_naqvi 222w

    Darling !!!
    Draw an image, a new portrait with colouring ink of life assuring the idea of being in aura of cheerfulness.
    Sweetheart, see the other side of darkness. There is a SPARK right there within your soul efficient of illuminating the entire universe.
    Just go ahead, STEP towards the funk that your ownslef inholds and light up this cosmos vividly.

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  • farah_naqvi 223w

    And the winter has come upon me
    The wild cold frigid wind blows
    Sending chills down my spine
    Making my soul quivered
    Giving my body tremors


    Oooh, I groan in these frosty sleepless nights
    For it is so dark and i see no lights

    May a Sun dawn in an effort to bring APRICITY to this incessant winter making my days brighter and nights warmer.



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  • farah_naqvi 223w

    So, come on
    Liefling!
    Lets go on a ride
    A solo ride
    Of me, myself and I
    Lets not give
    Even a fragment
    Of these prodigious thoughts
    Lets free oneself up
    Of all the fetters
    That you are enslaved by
    Lets make sure
    To extinct the existence of
    Every nugatory
    And unproductive thought
    Lets be concerned
    About selfbeing
    Lets love onself
    Lets beeee freeeee.

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  • farah_naqvi 223w

    A part of me is DEAD and desensitized to the love and affection this ephemral world offers.
    For it is far less, and diminishes away before the LOVE that institutes the eternal connection between souls and the heavens, moon and the stars, cosmos and the galaxies making it even more stronger by penetrating into the fissures of my soul and belighting it to the brightest like that of a dazzling QUASAR.

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  • farah_naqvi 223w

    Darling, i know LIFE hasn't begotten any charm to you so far.
    But now, with arms outstretched it is waiting out there to paint the blank CANVAS with tempting hues of life on it.

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  • farah_naqvi 224w

    Life, at its knees , stooped down , and begging me to get back to it.
    ©farah_naqvi