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the best kisses are about the hands

the kiss by francesco hayez // the kiss by gustav klimt // the meeting on the turret stairs by frederic william burton // the kiss by auguste rodin and details

Aap ki yaad aati rahi raat bhar

Chandni dil dukhati rahi raat bhar

Gaah jalti hui gaah bujhti hui

Sham-e-gham jhilmilati rahi raat bhar

Koi khushbu badalti rahi pairahan

Koi tasvir gaati rahi raat bhar

Phir saba saya-e-shakh-e-gul ke tale

Koi qissa sunati rahi raat bhar

Jo na aaya use koi zanjir-e-dar

Har sada par bulati rahi raat bhar

Ek ummid se dil bahalta raha

Ik tamanna satati rahi raat bhar

-Faiz Ahmed Faiz

There are thousands of poets and then there is Faiz. Once you start reading him there's no going back. Also, what a beautiful ghazal this is.

I wish I could write you a song,

So you’ll fall in love with me

I wish I was Orpheus or Pyramus or mirza

I wish I was Mahiwal and you were my Sohni

I hear these stories and you’re the one I think of,

I’m not supposed to, I know, but I’ve got no control.

I want to write down your name,

On a blank piece of paper,

And recite it all day, all night and again.

Like an echo in a cave,

I chant incessantly,

To me it is all the same

Heaven, God, Death and your name.

I wouldn’t turn my head,

I’d trust that you’re with me,

I wouldn’t stop and rest

Until we’d outran the peril

I would build you a boat,

You wouldn’t need a pitcher

I’d slay a lioness, or 108 suitors,

Who threatens you, my rage shall consume.

I wish to fight a war for a cause

Win or lose come home to you

What more do you want?

You’ve got an atheist wishing for you

To a God he doesn’t believe in

For a thing that he can’t get.

“Ek Arzoo”

A longing

duniyā kī mahfiloñ se uktā gayā huuñ yā rab! kyā luft anjuman kā jab dil hī bujh gayā ho.

O Lord! I have become weary of human assemblages! // When the heart is sad, no pleasure in assemblages can there be.

shorish se bhāgtā huuñ dil DhūñDtā hai merā aisā sukūt jis par taqrīr bhī fidā ho.

I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires // The silence which speech may ardently love!

(Bang-e-Dra-019) Aik Arzoo - ایک آرزو Allama Muhammad Iqbal.

Ummmm g-guys... anyone wanna listen to talk to me about how much I miss her and am scared about the fact that I'll never get to see her again?

...anyone wanna talk about it?

I mean... this seemed like a good enough platform to ask

I'm too lonely for that.

Need that heavy rain sound type of night

Girl with a pomegranate (detail), 1875 oil on canvas William-Adolphe Bouguereau

I hate tumblr. I HATE THIS WEBSITE.

ik naam kyā likhā tirā sāhil kī ret par

phir umr bhar havā se mirī dushmanī rahī

I once wrote your name in the sands of the shore

Only to spend a lifetime hating the wind.