سب رُتیں آ کر چلی جاتی ہیں

If you kill a God in heaven, where do they go?

― David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and Other Essays

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“It’s all in your head” yeah that’s kind of the entire problem innit

“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.

here it is a collection of poems about hope and or holding on despite everything !

I Am Not Ready To Die Yet by Aracelis Girmay

A Litany for Survival by Audre Lorde

Snowdrops by Louise Glück

Most Days I Want to Live by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Insha’Allah by Danusha Laméris

A Good Day by Kait Rokowski

Invitation by Mary Oliver

Instructions on Not Giving Up by Ada Limón

Tommorow is a Place by Sanna Wani

The World Has Need of You by Ellen Bass

Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower by Rainer Maria Rilke

To the Young Who Want to Die by Gwendolyn Brooks

Night Walk by Franz Wright

Sorrow is Not My Name by Ross Gay

Everything Is Waiting For You by David Whyte

The Letter by Linda Greg

Testify by Eve L. Ewing

Every Day as a Wide Field, Every Page by Naomi Shihab Nye

تیرے بغیر بھی اے دوست یہ پہاڑ سا دن

گزر تو جاتا ہے لیکن کہاں گزرتا ہے

tere baghair bhi ay dost yeh pahar sa din

guzar tou jata hai laikin kahan guzarta hai

خاک میں ڈھونڈتے ہیں سونا لوگ،

ہم نے سونا سپردِخاک کیا۔

People search for gold on earth whereas I have entrusted my gold to earth.

Anwar Masood’s letter to his departed wife, Sadiqa Anwar.

And mine is an illusion of a slow suicide that I would like to hide up in an attic never to be seen by the world but until after I'm dead.

Same, Mr Wilde... same