• So many ruins passed through me that darkness became my wine.
    The knock of lit lamps was declared guilty in my eyes.

  • Sometimes, I feel like I'm in a play, being played by myself, being watched by myself.

  • The world is too big to control the waves. Stupid would be my move; life's too short to learn your ways

  • The most horrific question comes to my mind: why was it given? What if I miss the chance to know.

  • Khuda-e-khudai kash akash hoti.

    Dil-e-jubanoh par na Kash rakh hoti.

  • Curtains are beautiful, but I'm bored. knowing behind is what I crave the most.

    I had nothing of myself in myself ever that I could have lost..

  • Why do I seek love? What's wrong with living with just breath?

     Whatever I know has turned out to be a possible dream.

  • When you take a chance , there is also a chance, that chance will take you and the desire to take further chance.

So many ruins passed through me that darkness became my wine.
The knock of lit lamps
was declared guilty in my eyes.

tabahiyan itni guzri ke, andhere meri sharab ho gaye
roshan-e-chiraag dastak, meri aankhon mein mujrim qarar ho gaye

tabahiyan itni guzri ke, andhere meri sharab ho gaye
roshan-e-chiraag dastak, meri aankhon mein mujrim qarar ho gaye

themes

duniya / learned solitude / sakoon / awakening / heart vs mind / khuda

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Harwinder Rain Marday — poetry in english & roman urdu and Punjabi