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“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing everything maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
― Charles Bukowski, Factotum


You are not the first



You are not the first
that I had ever lost.
You are not the last
that I would ever love.

You are not the first
who came and lied.
You are not the last
that I would ever trust.


Red lips and weird faces.


Red lips and weird faces.
Star-like eyes and no traces.
Benevolent ways and eminently wise.
Little hell and little paradise.

Timeless beauty but compassionate.
Gold-like bright but great.
No wings but flies high.
Little hell and little paradise.


ایک وحشت سی ہم پہ طاری تھی



ایک وحشت سی ہم پہ طاری تھی

دوست داری جو خو ہماری تھی

 کیا وہی دل ہے آج بھی جس میں

بے قراری ہی بے قراری تھی

 اک طرف دل تھا زخم آلودہ

اک طرف عقل کی سواری تھی

کتنا ظالم تھا التفات اس کا

کتنی دلکش ستم شعاری تھی

 اُن کے آنسو بھی آپشنل نکلے

اور محبت بھی اختیاری تھی

 جب ثمر بار تھیں مری شاخیں

مستقل مجھ پہ سنگ باری تھی

 میں نے مانا کہ میری بھول تھی وہ

ہاں مگر بھول کتنی پیاری تھی

 کون تھے وجہِ افتخار نہ پوچھ

کِن سے منسوب میری خواری تھی

 مجھ کو راغب ملے تھے ایسے دوست

دشمنوں سے بھی جن کی یاری تھی


کون دے گا؟


کرب میں گُزرے لمحات کا حساب کون دے گا؟
میرے بے رونق چہرے کو تاب کون دے گا؟

یوں جو میری ناؤ ڈبو کے چلے ہو تم
بتلاؤ جینے کو سانسیں زیر ِآب کون دے گا؟

کر تو چلے ہو ہجر کی کوٹھڑی میں بند مجھ کو
باہر جو نکلنا چاہوں تو باب کون دے گا؟

اب تک جو ظلم ڈھائے ہیں تو نے مجھ پر
ذرا سوچو! روزِ محشر ان کا جاب کون دے گا؟

کنارہ جو کبھی کر گئیں تم اے دُرِّ ناسُفتہ
مجھے دریں صورت اپنی تشاب کون دے گا؟

ہوں تِشنہِ محبت، کرتا ہوں تشدد خود پر
لوگو! مجنوں کا پارسؔ کو خطاب کون دے گا؟


Being strong doesn’t mean you don’t feel pain.


Being strong doesn’t mean you don’t feel pain. It means you feel it and try to understand it so you can grow from it.........



While everyone in this world strives



While everyone in this world strives to get somewhere and become someone, only to leave it all behind after death, you aim for the supreme stage of nothingness. Live this life as light and empty as the number zero. We are no different from a pot. It is not the decorations outside but the emptiness inside that holds us straight. Just like that, it is not what we aspire to achieve but the consciousness of nothingness that keeps us going.
Shams Tabrizi



Who are you to judge the life I live?



“Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect
-and I don't live to be- but before you start pointing fingers...make sure your hands are clean!” 
Bob Marley



Flowers, butterflies, trees, and children



Look at flowers, butterflies, trees, and children with the eyes of compassion. Compassion will change your life and make it wonderful.
Thich Nhat Hanh



She never looked nice



"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."