Sentimental - Blog Posts
Never seen a night so calm,
I look at you. Your tears fall in silence.
Your gaze goes through my heart like a long needle. I reminisce the beginnings;
We hurt each other, with no words.
We can still hear the fireflies.
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ਐਨੀ ਸਕੂਨ ਭਰੀ ਰਾਤ ਕਦੇ ਨਹੀਂ ਵੇਖੀ ।
ਮੈਂ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਵੇਖਦਾ ਹਾਂ। ਤੇਰੇ ਹੰਝੂ ਚੁੱਪ-ਚੁਪੀਤੇ ਡਿੱਗਦੇ ਨੇ ।
ਤੇਰੀ ਨਿਗਾਹ ਮੇਰੇ ਦਿਲ ਥਾਣੀਂ ਇੱਕ ਲੰਬੀ ਸੁਈ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਲ਼ੰਘਦੀ ਐ;
ਮੈਂ ਸ਼ੁਰੂਆਤੀ ਦਿਨਾਂ ਦੇ ਖਿਆਲਾਂ ‘ਚ ਖ਼ੋ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹਾਂ।
ਆਪਾਂ ਦੋਵੇਂ ਇੱਕ ਦੂਜੇ ਨੂੰ ਖ਼ਾਮੋਸ਼ ਰਹਿਕੇ ਜ਼ਖ਼ਮੀ ਕਰਦੇ ਹਾਂ ।
ਪਿੱਛੇ ਹਜੇ ਵੀ ਜੁਗਨੂੰ ਸੁਣਾਈ ਦੇ ਰਹੇ ਨੇ ।
To walk on the street is like being in a library. You might choose a random book from a random shelf, or search for what you want in your favorite section. You often choose the book, judging by the coverpage you like. Then you read on the back, a short introduction of the books contence. But if you really want to know what the books about, and understand the ending, you have to open the book and read the pages. You might skip some pages from time to time, but then there is a limit to how many books you can read through your life. Just be sure they are good books. In the end there are only a few books you can read over and over, without tiring of them. Keep those books close, and give them a good ending
Ever since I turned 20, I can feel my perspective change and I can feel myself growing up now. I’m excited to see where my life will go and who I am in the up coming months.
Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits
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What is love?
Shut the fuck up
You silly poet
I do not need to yearn for love
Love is nothing
Instead I lie with my lover
I fart
He tells me its okay
Then he farts
Life is at peace
Life is perfect