Miraquill
Bekhabar si meri baaton par
Tum Yun muskurati ho
Jaise saari qaaynat ki rounak
Tum ek hasi me lutati ho
Tum hoti agar hoor
To mujhe hairat na hoti
Lekin hote hue buss insan tum
Itne khoobsurat alfaz kahan se laati ho?
Hote hain taar taar kai
Gumaan tumhe padhne ke baad
Umadte hain mere dil-e-tajir mein kai
Arman tumhe padhne ke baad
Marte hain tumhare husn-e-likhari par kai
Insan tumhe padhne ke baad
Choor choor hue mere zehen me kai
Ishq ke Paidan tumhe padhne ke baad
Jab mili main tumse lafzon ke darmiyan
Jo na hona tha wo bhi ho gaya bayan
Tum behtareen ho apne aap mein
Na tumsa na hoga kabhi koi meri jaan
©hamraaz
hamraaz
will you hold me close till moon and stars hide away?
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hamraaz
19w
I missed you so much, specially today. I visited my old school after so long and i so wanted to roam in the verandas holding your hand. I wanted to sit in the class on the last bench beside you. I wanted to talk to you standing in front of the school gate waiting for someone to come and pick me up while all of my friends look at us, smiles on our faces and happiness in our eyes.
And on my way back to home, I wanted to go on a long ride with you. I wanted to kiss you, hiding under the gulmohar tree I see everyday from the overbridge.
And at last I noticed the phone kept on my bed. Of course I'm tired of seeing you in a rectangular box and talking to you while keeping that rectangular piece near my ear but I missed seeing your lips move as per the word you uttered, I missed seeing your laugh. I missed seeing your stupid haircut, I missed seeing your eyes that shine brighter than the sun. More than all this, I missed your voice. You know your voice soothes my heart. It settles deep down within me.
I missed every bit of you, specially today.
©hamraaz -
hamraaz
20w
Yakeeñ se bhi gaye ham, ghumañ se bhi gaye
Zameeñ chhodi to ab aasmañ se bhi gaye
Kahañ wo din ki gulsitañ dil me rehte the
Kahañ ye dil tere wehm-o-gumañ se bhi gaye
©hamraaz -
hamraaz
21w
things you talk about most of the time
white coloured sleeves of one of my hoodies,
21st of every month,
madhubala's picture kept in the dictionary that abba gave me recently,
rectangle shaped glasses i used to wear in 4th standard,
khaled hosseini's a thousand splendid suns,
red bedsheet in my cousin's bedroom,
faiz and abbu's poetry,
humi's wicked smiles and soft cheeks,
rumi's shers and his love for his friend,
scratch mark on my thumb,
blue kurti that i hate but you love,
ammi's kisses and vanilla flavour ice cream garnished with pistachios,
my best friend's texts and random phone calls,
the til mark on my collarbone,
my cousin's jhumka that i wore only in one ear just to click a picture from one side and send it to you,
my high-pitch voice
©hamraaz -
Things / Places / People I belong to :
1. The visor of the roof of my house when it rains
2. Grandma's old wooden chair kept in the kitchen
3. The lisping voice of my youngest sister
4. The tiny earthen pot that holds my name
5. The surma in the golden coloured small vial
6. Ghazals in Abbu's diaries kept on the top shelf of my room
7. Crescent moon and the pink sky
8. His hum on calls while I ask him to hold on until I take the last two sips of my coffee
9. The blue scarf that Ammi gifted me last year
10. His silence when I speak
11. My best friend's secret visits at my home
12. Star that I can see while lying on my bed
13. The only musical note he knows and uses to sing all the old songs
14. The til on his hand
15. The smile on my mother's face
16. His urdu poems
©hamraaz -
hamraaz
31w
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the intimacy of being tired together. a head on a chest while falling asleep to the thump thump thump of your love's heart. those delirious giggles you get directed at nothing in particular. to be wrapped in a cocoon of blankets on a cold winter's night, bodies as close and intertwined as humanly possible to keep warm. there's nothing i want more to drift off in the arms of the one i love.
~idk.
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hamraaz
32w
phir nazar meñ phuul mehke dil meñ phir sham.eñ jalīñ
phir tasavvur ne liyā us bazm meñ jaane kā naam
dilbarī Thahrā zabān–e–khalq khulvāne kā naam
ab nahiñ lete parī-rū zulf bikhrāne kā naam
~faiz ahmad faiz -
Hearts that are united through the medium of sorrow will not be separated by the glory of happiness. Love that is cleansed by tears will remain externally pure and beautiful.
-The broken wings, Khalil Gibran -
hamraaz
35w
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She droops over oceans and she jumps over canyons, both jems fall down into a world of opinion...
20.09.2021
8:44 p.mShafqat
I want to touch your hand and see if your fingers fit into mine while you keep your lips on mine to see how it tastes. I want to touch your face and see your eyes shine bright, while you kiss on my neck and watch me turn red and pink altogether. I want to touch your fingertips and feel the butterflies rushing in my blood, while you hold me a little closer to feel the warmth. I want to look deeper in those eyes of yours that excites me everytime I look at them while you look at my eyes and that pacifies your heart. I want to watch you work all day long as it gives me peace, while you turn around and wink at me setting my heart on fire. I want to count the stars with you, while you search my shadow in the moon....
©hamraaz -
hamraaz
35w
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He writes on her skin every word of adoration and she drops on his heart every sound of elation.
~unknown
15.09.21
2:09 a.mThings that I want in love.
1) Wear vintage dresses
2) Kiss under the shower, gulmohar tree and in the rain; its
so magical
3) Go for a long ride on bike so that my hair clashes with the breeze and touches his cheeks
4) Handwritten letters
5) Have coffee together in the same mug
6) I write poems for him in English while he write poetries for me in Urdu
7) Visit Hogwarts and roam around holding his hand
8) Being romantic in a book store
9) Listen John Denver's "Leaving On A Jet Plane" on loop
10) Wishing Birthday to each other on a random day when the clock strikes twelve
11) Share the songs playlist with each other
12) Listen songs in his not so melodic voice
13) Be a retro songs lover
14) Take me to an art gallery and adore me as if I'm an art
15) Compliment my laughter rather than my smile
16) Eat momos on my behalf until I get it for me
17) Say shabba khair instead of good night
18) Be cheesy and talk cheesy
19) Give me asters instead of roses
20) Get a kit-kat cake for me every Friday
©hamraaz
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virtually_real
5w
Read MoreTo you is my heart a gift wrapped in love. Place your hands on my chest and hear out the name my heartbeats sing. Stay close to my breath that's full of passion brewing in my mind. You keep dancing around my conscience and i can only make sense of my world when I look into your eyes. Was there ever a more beautiful illusion? A fountain streaming from gates of heaven and a flower garden growing from depths of hell. I wish our skins meet the way birds meet trees and sunlight meets raindrops. I'll take a glimpse of your heart through the prism of hope until all your broken pieces become whole. I'll cast upon your fingers a timeline of all days we've spent together. We'll look at the past together and it'll look more enticing than the future. We'll make love until stars rest upon your lap and moon sleeps in my arms. We'll make love until darkness rests peacefully behind the horizon and sun shimmers in golden glimmer of your smiles and mine.
PS - No distance between us can change our destiny.
@hamraaz.
My love
You're all the blessings I ever asked for. -
whitebell
12w
Read MoreHar nigah veerañ hai dhundh si faza me hai
Kya taraf-taraf dekhuñ zindagi khalaa me hai
Aañsuon ka nazraana phool ki qaba me hai
Raat ki kahani me, subah ki faza me hai
Is bahaar ki rut me phool paat peele haiñ
Kis tarah ka zahr aakhir aaj fiza me hai
Saahiloñ ko mat taako, kashtiyoñ ko mat dekho
Baat kuch bhayanak si zehen-e-na-khuda me hai
Uske jism par bhi hai kya tanaav sochoñ ka
Ek shikan ubharti si be-shikan qaba me hai
–afira//tanhayi.
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inntezaar
10w
Read More/songs and memoirs/
My teenage is almost ending and thereafter, I realise today how little I've valued friendships in life. A little while ago, I was laying idle on the bed and listening to songs . My earphones don't work as usual (can't expect much from a 50 rs first copy). The Spotify radio was working it's way . And the song "one more light" by Linkin Park played . Immediately, I was taken back in the lane of memories. It reminded me of a best friend I had when I was in high school. He and I became close in a very short period of time and we bonded over bad humour. It was amazing, how unapologetically true I was with him. And so was he. Everyone knew that we were best of friends. And that summer, he and I heard this song together. We went through hell but together. And then slowly, like always, our friendship faded. We lost the grip to it. Eventually what remained for the next few months was emptiness and grief. When we lose someone close to us, we also a part of ourselves. And the hollow it creates, hurts. But it's okay. When a piece of us is carved out, it's filled with traits that stays in the longer run ; for the best or for the worst , either way something in us grows as something else wilts.
Today when I heard this song, I could only smile and feel grateful for the closeness I shared with him. We don't talk much anymore but still, I sent him the song and asked him if he remembers our one-more-light phase. He said yes , he did. I told him how randomly this song reminded me of him. He said, "strawberries and cigarettes" (Troy Sivan) never fails to remind him of me. He's in Mumbai these days. He said he's going to Juhu beach right now and coincidentally, the Spotify radio played strawberries and cigarettes for him.
Maybe it's the way universe softly reminds us of each other, unknowingly. Maybe, we never forget but only forgive. Maybe, everything ebbs away in the passage of time but we persist as memoirs and songs. Maybe in the end the only thing that stays is love and warmth and good wishes.
~ love and light for the friends who now remain to be acquaintances
J ��❤️Who cares if one more light goes out
In the sky of a million stars?
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone's time runs out
If a moment is all we are?
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well, I do
~ remembering Chester. -
Us against the world,
just a couple sinners makin' fun of hell.
If I keep you here,
I'll only be doing it for myself.
Little star, feels like you fell right on my head.
Gave you away to the wind,
I hope it was worth it in the end.
Yeah I hope so.
Think you may be my only friend,
I gave it all to see you shine again.
I hope it was worth it in the end.
~ eliot's song -
The types of love I've found in you
~ the kind of love that's "I was scared until I found you"
~ that kind of love that's worth it to try romance again
~ the love that doesn't ever feel too cheesy
~ the roses and love notes kind of love
~ the twinkle and shine kind of love
~ "let's plan a date only to laugh and stare at each other" kind of love
~ the dancing badly to slow love songs kind of love
~the kind of love that makes you laugh until your stomach aches
~ the "trusting is hard for me but I'm growing to trust you" kind of love
~ the kind of love where you become best friends and nothing is too difficult to talk about
~ the love where you wake up 3 am at night just to drop a 'i love you' or a secret that you never shared before
~ the "I'll talk to you before I make any major decision in life because I can trust your judgement with my eyes closed" love
~ the "I gave up on love before I found you" kind of love
~ the incredulous in-awe love
~ the wonder love
~ the "are you actually real or am I dreaming you?" kind of love.
~ the "I didn't believe in soulmates before you" love
~ the love that makes my heart steady and my nerves calm
~ the love that understands things that I don't say outloud
~ the once in a lifetime kind of love
©inntezaar -
inntezaar
17w
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Some stories never reach to an ending. They happen and then, they cease to exist. Incomplete but coexisting. The thing about stories as such are that they are in enormity and they can never exist alone. We become the story that we cannot complete. And often times, we find another story left mid way. Two stories holding hands to make a love poem.
Your story with me has ended. We've started walking towards two different paths. I've seen you never look back while I stood at the crossroads, staring at you as you walk away. I'm walking too. We can't stop walking, haina? As I said ,we never exist alone. There's crowd in this world of incomplete stories. Some stories are walking behind me and my pause doesn't fit well with the traffic.
It rained today. You know, the winter rains. Winter are your blues, monsoon is mine. Tell me, which colour do we find when blues are combined?
Yours,
Phir le aaya dil.आओगे जब तुम ओ साजना
अंगना फूल खिलेंगे
बरसेगा सावन
बरसेगा सावन झूम झूमके
दो दिल ऐसे मिलेंगे
~ aaoge jab tum ( Jab we met) -
dewanshk
10w
Read MoreHey, beautiful people.
Thank you so much for reading. You guys have been great. And, if someone hasn't read the previous 14 chapters, do that please before coming on to this one.
Tag everyone who you think would love to read a story like this.
Tell me the most favourite part of yours from the story.
Thank you.
'Smile'
#AndSoLoveHappenedAnd So Love Happened!
CHAPTER – 15
It had been three months since college was over. Vansh had left for home and wasn't using his phone much. Dhwani had applied for Post Graduation and was busy preparing for that. Over these three months, there were thirty-one texts, sixteen missed calls and three phone conversations lasting for not more than two minutes.
It was around 6 a.m. when Dhwani woke up with Yashika's call.
"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to dear Dhwani... Happy birthday to you," Yashika sang in a high-pitched voice in complete rhythm as soon as Dhwani picked up the call.
"Thank you," she said in a sleepy voice.
"What are your plans for the day, birthday girl?" Yashika asked jovially.
Dhwani stretched her body laying on the bed, "No plans," yawning she replied.
"What do you mean? We have to celebrate. Meet me at the CP at noon."
"I'll try."
"Uh-huh! No excuses."
"Okay. Okay. I'll be there."
"Good. You better be."
"I will."
"And happy birthday again. Love you. Bye."
Dhwani got up feeling a sudden wave of sadness. She didn't want to do anything. She remained seated still for an hour on her bed continuously staring at the purple wall of her room.
***
Dhwani called Yashika as soon as she deboarded the metro. "Where are you?" She asked.
"Take an exit from gate no. 7. I'll meet you there," Yashika told her.
Dhwani panicked when she couldn't find Yashika at the gate. She was startled when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Her mouth opened wide when she turned to see who it was. She was thunderstruck to see Vansh there.
"What! What are you doing here?" She asked covering her mouth with the palm hiding her excitement. Vansh smiled and hugged her without uttering a word.
"Come, I have somewhere to take you?" Vansh said gently putting her hand on Dhwani's back to show her the way.
An Uber was parked on the side of the road. Vansh opened the door and let Dhwani enter the car. Her phone rang as soon as she sat down, it was Yashika. "Where the fuck are you?" Dhwani screamed.
Yashika chuckled. "Did you like my present?" She asked.
"Shut up!" Dhwani scolded. "Actually," she continued after a pause, "I did," she replied blushing. Yashika wished her again before hanging up the call.
"Where are we going?" She asked turning towards Vansh. Vansh shushed her.
"Tell me...," She said throwing tantrum like a child. Vansh, with a smile, shook his head.
"Aren't you gonna tell me anything?"
Vansh took his phone out, opened the notepad and typed "It's a surprise!"
"Won't you even talk to me? What the hell!" Dhwani said in an angry tone.
"If I started talking, I know myself, I won't be able to control and spit the surprise out." Vansh typed again in the notepad.
"Okay, have it your way then!" Dhwani said in annoyance and started looking out of the window folding her hands. She didn't speak again throughout the way.
The cab left them in front of a five-storey building. "Come one," Vansh said leading the way. Dhwani followed him to the lift. Vansh pressed the button for the third floor.
"Whose place is this?" Dhwani asked coming out of the lift, not breaking the grumpy character.
"It's mine," Vansh replied opening the lock.
Dhwani entered in a 1 BHK apartment except it was just a hall with a big couch, an old wooden table accompanied with two small handicraft cane bar mudda stool, a kitchen on the right with plastic curtains and a queen size Diwan in a corner in the name of the bedroom. In another corner, there was a study table and adjacent to it was a bookshelf-cum-cupboard. The walls of the apartment were painted plain white with several movie posters pasted as decor.
"Make yourself at home," Vansh said gesturing for Dhwani to sit. "You must be thirsty," he asked and went straight to the kitchen. Dhwani followed him and took out a bottle from the refrigerator.
"Hey! Hey! You are not allowed here. Go sit in the hall," said Vansh pushing her out.
A few minutes later Vansh came out with a box and placed it in front of Dhwani. She opened it. There was a red velvet cake with a plastic knife inside it.
"Happy Birthday," Vansh greeted in a soft voice.
"Aww! Come here," Dhwani said and pulled Vansh to hug him. "Thank you!" She whispered.
Vansh stopped Dhwani when she grabbed the knife to cut the cake. "Wait for the candles."
"Oh, c'mon!"
"What? It's the eternal ritual." He shrugged and lit the candle.
Dhwani smiled and cut the cake blowing the candle. "You know I don't like sweets much. Right?"
"Yeah, I know, Miss Calorie Calculator," Vansh replied feeding her a small piece of cake. Dhwani feeds him the remaining part.
"Put it in the fridge now," with a giggle Dhwani said.
"You are a psychopath. You know that?" Vansh said from inside the kitchen. The doorbell rang when he was putting the cake in the refrigerator.
"Would you answer it please?" Vansh asked politely.
Dhwani opened the door. It was a Pizza delivery guy. Two Large Pizzas with a Coke, a Garlic Bread and a Choco Lava Cake.
"You ordered Pizzas for us? So lazy, I thought you were gonna cook for us."
"Not today, Madame. Not today." Vansh said sitting beside Dhwani on the couch placing two glasses on the table.
"I'll do it. You play some music." Opening the Pizza box Dhwani said.
Dhwani was sitting with her favourite person in the world, eating her favourite food with soulful music playing in the background. "This is the best birthday ever," she said to herself.
"I don't wanna eat more," she said putting her head on Vansh's shoulder holding onto his arms.
¶Say you love me to my face
I need it more than your embrace¶
The song by Jessie Ware was playing as if hinting her to tell him her feelings. Her eyes got stuck on a framed portrait between those movie posters on the wall while she was thinking that. She stood at once to look at it.
"What happened?" Vansh asked.
"You won't believe it!" She said and started scrolling pictures in her phone's gallery. "Look at it," she said showing the same portrait in her gallery.
"Where did you get it?"
"There was this one time," Dhwani started telling him, "we conducted a Poster making competition in our department fest and Yashika sent this picture to me. Someone made my portrait instead of the poster."
"And you were collecting the posters," Vansh said smiling.
"And I was collecting the posters," she said looking at Vansh, "Fuck! You are the one who didn't submit his poster and didn't let me see it either." Dhwani lost her mind realizing it and Vansh was smiling continuously looking at her. "Fuck! You drew it. It was you." She said softly.
"Told you, we have met before," Vansh said looking into her watery eyes. "Hey!" He moved quickly to hold her. Dhwani buried her head in his chest and found solace in his arms. "You are an idiot," she said sobbing.
They lost the sense of time being in each other's embrace. Their feet started moving after a while on the beats of Elvis Presley playing in the background.
¶Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?¶
Dhwani was feeling tickled by the warmth of Vansh's breath on her neck. Removing hands from his waist, she tangled them around his neck to look into his eyes. Vansh tightened his grasp pulling her closer.
At that moment, Dhwani felt her stomach twisting in a knot. She drew him closer with her eyes and shut them as Vansh leaned in close to let their lips brush each other, tentatively, for the first time.
Maybe time stopped when their lips met but flutter only intensified. Dhwani's heart pounded in her chest as her knees got weaker. She parted her lips to let her heart rest, sighed, giving in herself in the haven of Vansh's arms, "I love you," she huffed softly.
Vansh wasn't sure if the fate rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect moment. Pulling Dhwani softy to his warmth, "I love you more," he whispered slowly in her ear.
Dhwani's lost the sense of time holding him tightly to her bosom until her phone buzzed. Annoyed she checked her phone. "Shit! It's too late. Can you book a cab please?"
Vansh nodded.
"I don't wanna go," said Dhwani dragging Vansh to entrap him in her arms and let her head rest on his shoulder.
The cab had arrived but Dhwani didn't want to let go of him. He tried to free himself but was powerless against the unyielding grasp of her. Snapping out of it feeling the warm lips of Vansh on her forehead, she somehow managed to pull herself in the cab. She sat down, body wrecked with an onslaught of sobs and tears.
"I love you," said Vansh trying to calm her.
"Would you do it forever?" Dhwani asked turning her head as the cab started moving slowly.
"Always!" Vansh replied firmly and watched the cab disappear in the traffic.
***
THE END
©dewanshk -
Dreamt of seizing
all the nonpareil colours
of rainbow in a mason jar
and peroxiding my
leaden abode.
Little did I know,
crock had a crack
and hues I hoarded
pierced through
my cranium, corroborating
the hallucinating limits.
©haheti -
virtually_real
13w
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To the girl who has my heart
Blinking along the corners
Are shades of your love
Whenever I look across
I see them shining above
You live in my heart
Like blood in my veins
When you smile my love
In my world it rains
Water and bliss
A cute hug, a silent kiss
What isn't there to your presence
That I can love but can't miss?
You're my favourite dream
You're my loveliest reality
I'll only think of you
In any peace or calamity
You're Allah's mercy upon me
You're an answer to my prayers
You're the shadow of my feelings
You're the only one who cares
I love you more than a poem can say
I love you more than a novel can describe
I love you more than Rumi's music could profess
I love you more than all books can ascribe
If I could tell you in a word then you're my life
You're all jubilant laughter
You're the most wonderful smile
I'd spend my life with you
Or would walk an endless mile
You're my travel partner on this blue ball
A friend and a lover I can any time call
Your voice rings the bells in my heart
Your screams make me smile wide
You're so beautiful and so intelligent
You're the legend that can never hide
You're the strongest person i know
You're my passion, you're my flow
I love you to the depths unforeseen
I love seeing you smile through the glass screen
But one day we'll be together
Like birds of the same feather
The whole sky will be ours
And I'll bring you the moon
We'll dance along its edges
As you'd watch me swoon
I love you meri jaan.
This poem doesn't end here
It's eternal. Just like my love for you.
- Afira's Zaid
@whitebell LoveO' my moonlight
What do you see?
I've come to you with words
That you can feel with me
I love you jaana and I'll love you more
I'll be yours like sea belongs to the shore
You're all I have and all I need
You're my friend and love indeed
Wish you a very happy birthday
My love of life
©virtually_real -
_ghar_
14w
Read MoreDear boy in indigo sweatshirt,
I saw you scribbling your pencil on the pages of your chestnut notebook, perhaps you were inking poetries, love letters to someone or conceivably just a bucket list for binge reading throughout this whole year or mayhap some salient pointers for your forthcoming exams.
The way you were constantly lifting up your square rounded spectacles through the bridges of your nose can indisputably make anyone to fall for you. I wonder if you are fond of vermillion sunsets too, or maybe you are also obsessed with the irregular reflections of cityscapes emblazoned with wine outskirts of night sky and polluted breeze on your balcony's windows. I wonder if you often camouflage yourself in the purposeful lyrics and placating music of your playlist to escape some hurts of the reality too, just like me.
Yesterday for the first time, I took no notice of my favourite novel just because I was gazing at an empyrean aura of you. Whilst i was covertly looking at you, all of the sudden, your eyes met mine, my heart skipped a vehement beat and then it stopped for a moment, I felt this sudden rush of serotonin in every smidgen of my blood and bones, I felt for the first time, that how it feels like to be in love at first sight.
~Nobody to you
©_ghar_ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ
