kafkaspupil
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i hope love never finds me ever againnn
no hope of being held
When the pain becomes too much to explain. When we’ve done everything we could, and still watched it all fall apart, we tell ourselves it was fate. Bcuz sometimes, no matter how hard we try, things don’t work out. People leave. Dreams break. Plans fall through. And we sit with the pieces, wondering if it was ever in our hands to begin with. We call it Naseeb—not because we’re weak, but because we’re human. Letting go and believing it was meant to be… sometimes that’s the only way to choose peace over endless questions.
When things fall apart and we’re too tired to try again, we call it fate.
It’s easier that way—blaming the stars instead of facing how much we’ve lost, or how much we couldn’t fix. Sometimes we gave everything and still ended up with nothing. So we tell ourselves it wasn’t meant to be. And in the silence that follows, we live with all the “what ifs” we’ll never get answers to.
When things fall apart and we’re too tired to try again, we call it fate.
It’s easier that way—blaming the stars instead of facing how much we’ve lost, or how much we couldn’t fix. Sometimes we gave everything and still ended up with nothing. So we tell ourselves it wasn’t meant to be. And in the silence that follows, we live with all the “what ifs” we’ll never get answers to.
An era ends in Test cricket but the legacy will continue FOREVER! ♥️
My favourite loser is me when I start writing for somebody who’ll never feel the same. It’s the quiet kind of heartbreak—falling for someone in silence, pouring all this love into words they’ll never read. I romanticize every little thing they do, hold on to every conversation like it meant something, even if it was just small talk to them. I write like they’re the last soft thing left in the world, even when I know I’m just a passing thought. It hurts, carrying so many unspoken feelings, pretending it’s just admiration when it’s actually aching. But I keep doing it—because even if they don’t see me, at least I can say I felt something real.
People who know random things are so platonically attractive to me. Like yes, let me be your best friend— tell me about the history of forks and how forks are better then spoons. Or how octopuses have three hearts and blue blood and what if one of the heart of octopus get damaged. Ramble to me about how the Eiffel Tower can grow six inches taller in the summer, Or how the word “quarantine” comes from the Italian quaranta giorni— forty days and when was the first time you heard "quarantine". Recite obscure mythology— myths and deities that are not well-known. Tell me where the word “alphabet” even came from. and how your grandma use to believe that if a black cat cross the path before her eyes it's bad luck.
I will listen like every word is special, Because the world is full of forgotten corners, And I want to explore them all with you.
Sometimes, it’s not about how much you love someone.
It’s about timing.
I cared for her deeply, maybe even more than he ever will—
but he came at the right moment, and I didn’t.
It hurts, not because she chose him,
but because I never got the chance to show her what she truly meant to me.
There were no tears, but inside, it felt like something just broke.
People say time heals everything,
but time is also what took her away from me.
And the worst part is staying quiet,
pretending I’m fine,
while knowing that someone else is living the life I once dreamed of—
just because he got there first.
"Right in the middle of our life, on an ordinary day, the unthinkable happened. Everything went from ordinary to chaotic and there I stood, in the mess of it all, knowing there will now forever be a before and an after. That day."
—Sharyn Marsh, Leave Her Wild
Made sure no one was left out but turns out I was one being left out
Shooting after asking about religion is terrorism. Okay.
BUT
mob Lynching after asking about religion is not terrOrism?
firing from job after asking about religion isn't terrorism?
not giving a house after asking about religion isn't terrOrism?
bulldozing a house after asking about religion isn't terrorism?
Buying fruits after asking about religion isn't terrorism?
Killing thousands of innocent people every year in the name of cow protection isn't t terrorism?
there are people who even celebrate and support the killing of innocent people, children and women in Gaza, isn't it terrorism?
Etc, Etc, Etc.....
It is also terrorism.
Recognize the real terrorist.
When tourists were stuck in Kashmir, it was Muslims who sheltered them.
When people needed help, it was Kashmiris who fed them.
When people cried for help, it was Kashmiris who answered!
But today, when Muslims are being oppressed, you remain silent.
You turn your back when Muslims are in need.
You silence your humanity when the victim is a
Muslim!
Was the kindness invisible? Or was your hatred always louder?
kis taraf hai aasman, kis taraf zameen khabar nhi
Faqat khwabon tak khoobsurat hai zindagi.
Sometimes, we don’t need fixing; we just need to be heard.
It’s about feeling safe to express ourselves without fear. A place where our feelings are accepted, not questioned. In the end, it’s not about finding solutions—it’s about knowing we’re not alone.
Aankhein teri kitni haseen
Khushboo ke jazeeron se sitaron ki hadon tak,
Iss sher mein sab kuch hai bas ik teri kami hai.
—Mohsin Naqvi
Zindagi naamunkinaat ka dusra naam hai, Naamumkinaat, ittefaaqaat, waqeyat. Aur inme se kissi par bhi hamara koi ikhtiyaar nahin hota.
Parh parh ilam kitaabaan da tu, naam rakha lya kazi
Hath vich farh ke talwaaran tu, naam rakha lya ghazi
Makkey madeeney ghum aya tu, naam rakha lya haaji
Bulleya tu ki hasal kiita je yaar na rakheya raazi..
Jisko jo bhi milta hai بے سبب nahi milta..
Sab ko سب nahi milta..
—Life is too short to cling to things that do not deserve space in our hearts. Sometimes, wisdom lies in indifference, in choosing what truly matters and what is best ignored. Just as not every thought needs to be spoken, not every word needs to be heard. Some things are better left unsaid, some wounds are best left untouched, and some memories are best left forgotten.
this cat was trapped in my building shaft and i rescued him from there and ever since he is living with me.
Some sorrows are not meant to be spoken, only endured. Their depth is known only by you and the One who created you. And perhaps, in that silence, in that solitude, you will find the strength you never knew you had. Because even when the world doesn’t see your pain, He does. And He is the only one who can truly heal what is broken inside you.
There are some pains so heavy that even words fail to carry them. You long for someone to listen, to understand, to say something—anything—that might ease the weight in your heart. But sometimes, no conversation can lighten the burden, no words can truly comfort, and no shoulder feels close enough to lean on. You cry in silence, hoping for relief, but some wounds are meant to be carried alone.
There are some pains so heavy that even words fail to carry them. You long for someone to listen, to understand, to say something—anything—that might ease the weight in your heart. But sometimes, no conversation can lighten the burden, no words can truly comfort, and no shoulder feels close enough to lean on. You cry in silence, hoping for relief, but some wounds are meant to be carried alone.
Naa yu bujhe bujhe raho, jo dil ki baat hai kaho
yahi kaho gy tum sada, K dil abhi nahi bhara…! Jo khatam ho kisi jagha… yeh asay silsaly nahin.
People wear masks so well that their smiles can hide storms, their laughter can silence screams, and their words can be nothing but illusions. Sometimes, the ones closest to us carry the deepest betrayals, and the ones we trust the most are the ones who hurt us in ways we never saw coming.
But perhaps that’s why silence is a blessing. To know too much is to suffer too much. Maybe that’s why only God has the strength to bear it all—to see everything, to know every hidden sorrow, every untold lie, every silent cry, and yet, remain quiet.
Truly knowing someone is a heavy burden, a torment not everyone can bear. If you start reading faces, friendships will shatter. If you learn to recognize the truth in people’s eyes, some will disgust you. And if you try to uncover the secrets buried deep in their hearts, you will find wounds darker than you ever imagined.
Truly knowing someone is a heavy burden, a torment not everyone can bear. If you start reading faces, friendships will shatter. If you learn to recognize the truth in people’s eyes, some will disgust you. And if you try to uncover the secrets buried deep in their hearts, you will find wounds darker than you ever imagined.
"I never allowed myself the illusion that my absence would leave someone broken or lost. I have always known that life moves on, that people find new people, and that no one is truly irreplaceable. We like to believe that our presence makes a difference, that our absence might leave a void, but the truth is, the world does not stop for anyone. People learn to fill the spaces left behind, sometimes with someone better, and sometimes, with the best they have ever known.
It’s a bittersweet realization—that no matter how deeply we love, how much we give, or how significant we think we are in someone’s life, they will move forward. And perhaps that’s the way it should be. After all, change is inevitable, and so is the way people come and go, leaving behind only memories that fade with time.”
The relationships that bring us pain, we must learn to let go of them, no matter how much it hurts. It may feel unbearable now, but sometimes, walking away is the only way to find peace. They may return one day, but by then, they will no longer hold a place in our hearts. Because the truth is, they never come back out of love or appreciation—they return only when regret consumes them, when they realize what they lost.
The ones who caused our suffering, the ones whose words or actions made us cry, may not see our worth today. But time has a way of revealing everything. The pain they gave us today will turn into the regret that haunts them tomorrow. And when they finally understand what they lost, when they wish they could turn back time, it will be too late.