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  • sqbscribbles 1w

    Mohabbat ki baazi main haara to nahi Saquib.
    Woh mujhse ab bhi mohabbat karti hai aur main usse.

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  • sqbscribbles 11w

    Thank you @writersnetwork for the repost. ��

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    L E G A C Y

    Ah! the changing shape of my flawed heart
    like the crescent moon,
    dimming down the light.
    Is it going to be doomed?
    Oh Lord! Are these my final moments?
    Hold on, I desire to be groomed.

    Deeds! you are all aware
    what I know,
    what have I done.
    Now, I don't see my good fortune.
    I want to revert to the point
    where it had all started.
    I want to be the full moon.

    Hatred could not be my legacy.
    I don't want my children to be the goons.
    I have broken houses
    beaten humans.
    I led my life like I was none.
    I have drunk enough hatred for others
    not any more I can consume.

    I wish to be wrapped with the cocoon,
    made of love and
    the sprinkle of an exquisite perfume.
    Oh, my last days! be my souvenir
    for others never to be like me.
    I don't know I will be ever forgiven,
    I want to rest in this vacuum.
    Just open the window of my room.


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  • sqbscribbles 11w

    No way to go

    No way to go,
    but I remember where I belong to.
    I was being feeding lies,
    but now I know what is the truth.

    Clouds are fading away
    I can see the sky
    My home is too far
    I cant go back to say Hi.

    My friends are not mine anymore,
    They have got the impression.
    I am not friendly they belive,
    coz I'm not on any social station.

    I remember vaguely,
    there were people shouting loud,
    I had gone to see them,
    then I was never being brought.

    What this world has become,
    Are we robots or some controlled versions?
    Who is directing us?
    Soon there will be a revolution.

    Why there is a fight?
    Why couldnt love be there,
    Why cant we just try?
    Oh Lord! tell me why!
    Why this world, a lie?

    No way to go,
    but I remember where I belong to.
    I was being feeding lies,
    but now I know what is the truth.


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  • sqbscribbles 18w

    R E V E R S I O N

    Revisit your past to find out where you funded your thoughts and time and analyse the consequnces of your actions.
    If you still find them legitimate then go in the same direction or else revert yourself like you were before all these had started, a pious one.
    After all these destructive thoughts which were insinuated in your life by others subjugated you and made you what you are today, be the one before all of these started.
    Righteousness is not always hereditary, so you do worse and move further towards the worst by endorsing your idea which is meant for you only but impacting adversely heavily others.
    Parallely you know its not right but as you are subjugated by external forces, you want to do it, believing what they are insinuating you is true.
    Its an impasse for anyone who is indulged in this situation but in every situation there is a loophole. If you are in this, you know how to get out of it. Make your unstable world a stable one again before its too late, as before it was, before all of these had started.

    Remember karma?

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  • sqbscribbles 20w

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    ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ.
    ʜᴏᴡ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ
    ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!
    ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ
    ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀᴄᴜᴜᴍ.
    ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ
    ᴏʀ ᴀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ.
    ɪ ᴀᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ,
    ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.
    ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ,
    ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ.
    ʏᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ
    ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ, ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ.
    ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ
    ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇ-ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ
    ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛᴜɪᴛʏ?
    ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ
    ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ.
    ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ
    ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʀᴇʟᴇᴜᴄᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ,
    ɪ ᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ
    ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴇᴄᴄᴇᴅᴇɴᴛᴇꜱɪᴀꜱᴛ.
    ɪ ᴄʀʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ
    ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ
    ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍʏ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ
    ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ
    ᴀᴜᴅᴀᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀʟʟᴀɴᴛ.
    ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ
    ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴋᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ
    ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ.
    ɪ ᴀᴍ ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ.
    ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ?
    ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟᴇᴇ


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    C O M B A T

    ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ
    ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ
    ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʀᴇʟᴇᴜᴄᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ,
    ɪ ᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ
    ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴇᴄᴄᴇᴅᴇɴᴛᴇꜱɪᴀꜱᴛ.
    ɪ ᴄʀʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ
    ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ
    ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍʏ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ
    ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ
    ᴀᴜᴅᴀᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀʟʟᴀɴᴛ.
    ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ
    ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴋᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ
    ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ.
    ɪ ᴀᴍ ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ
    ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ.
    ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ?
    ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟᴇᴇ.


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  • sqbscribbles 22w

    Jab baandh dia mujhe Ishq ki zanjeero mein.
    kyun kia azaad mujhe maza jab aane laga hai.

    Main to aashiqon se bohot dara karta tha.
    kyun kisi ne naaam fir mohabbat ka dagha rakha hai.

    Main kis simt jaun koi raah nazar ab aati nahi.
    Maine dunya ko apni uske dil mein basa rakha hai.

    Har ik shey dunya ki faani hai Saquib.
    Mohabbat ko apni tumne kis se bacha rakha hai.

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  • sqbscribbles 22w

    P L I G H T O F M A R T Y R S' M O T H E R S

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    Everyone would have watched or read the recent news of rape that some part of media is showing with full valour, not for justice but for TRP. Do we need to ponder over it or let this go as we are accustomed to?

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    RAPE: A culture in making.

    It has become quite cliche statement but its truth and I will start with the same.
    "Today justice is earned not by law but by money, power and offerings."
    Almost everyday we get news about rape, murder, lynching and communal fights.
    Sometimes we submerge ourselves into the grief of the victim/deceased.
    Transient bereavement compels us to ponder how the coming world would be and indeed sends shivers down our spines.
    Sometimes we feel how shameless is the system, despite crime rate going higher and higher, they are securing their positions.
    I always believe whatever the crimes happening outside of our homes may one day happen with us if we won't raise our voices and stand with the truth, truth not that what media shows us,
    truth that needs to be analysed
    and researched with our own moral consciences,
    without partiality with the consequence,
    with the aim of ameliorating our societies.

    How could a soul would rest in peace when it was tortured so brutally that our imagination would cry and asks for forgiveness?
    If we go silent this time then rape would be the culture of our societies like other heinous crimes and our eerie silence would be the consent for it.


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