Kis Taraf Hai Aasman, Kis Taraf Zameen Khabar Nhi

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

I like simple things, books, being alone, or with someone who understands me

Hawas ki vaadiyon se door Haya ki chadar me

Hum bhi kisi se milenge, usool-e-shari'at ke mutabik💌

Zindagi naamunkinaat ka dusra naam hai, Naamumkinaat, ittefaaqaat, waqeyat. Aur inme se kissi par bhi hamara koi ikhtiyaar nahin hota.

Sharam, dehshat, jijhakk, pareshaani, Naaz se kaam kyun nahin leti

Aap, woh, ji magar, yeh sab kya hai, Tum mera naam kyun nahin leti

Jaun Elia

for some reason the most romantic thing i can think of is someone saying your name. the way it's supposed to be said. early in the morning. late at night. mouth full of food. a whisper. in sob. in laughter. stuttering. idk there's something about it that means more to me.

the hypocrisy of being human; the constant tug between solitude and company, the desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all, of wanting everything and wanting nothing.

Love is buying someone a book and writing a note to them on the first page💌🤌🏻

I love your blog so much 🤧🩷......btw you from ???

Thank you for appreciating 🌻🤍 i'm for Delhi.

Love language beyond normal standards<3

maybe one day you'll relate to the poems about being in love and being loved back. and not the ones about longing for it like it's something distant & unattainable for you.