- On Siblings

plenty of emotions.

survived checking my bank account. i deserve a little treat

Tu haathon mein to hai mere,

hai kyun nahi lakeeron mein?

It can be in the palms of your hand, yet not written for you!

I just wanna feel something

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.

Aaj mehfil mein tere zikr pey dharka bhi nahi

Dil, jo kambakht tere naam pey mar mit’ta tha!

Arsalan Abbas

Time doesn't bring relief. It does being forgetfulness(because of old age and helps if you already have a terrible memory)... the pain you feel is still as gut wrenching as it once was... the only difference being, you forget to remember it as much.

Edna-St-Vincent-Millay // André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

I think it all went wrong with society when we stopped writing "Made by:" under the charts and started writing "Efforts by:" to appear fancier and more moronic than we actually were.