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She spoke of her sadness. About all the poetry...
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She spoke of her sadness. About all the poetry...
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Somewhere between holding on and letting go.Continue reading on Medium »
different words to say the same things. fingertips like broken arrows. lips like sand. time sleeps in gentle storms that go on too long. flesh. musty rooms with nothing inside. the...
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I've only scratched the surface of the depth of what I feel for you...
No star. No light. No candle burns....
The girl appeared completely calm on the outside, but a deep sadness was clearly visible on her face. Everything around her seemed normal…Continue reading on Medium »
(i) they had it finally in a grip. letting the dead lie, in the mist, in the boughs behind, their whispers were there and urging them on. tangling in the music of the beasts call...
the names that choose us are fragile beasts. all corners and leverage snarling at gravity. the skins that we wear seldom fits. broken templates. all rain and wind slouching toward...
…in the bottom of a dusty draw you find a photograph of your mother your fingers swipe at the gloss of her face. The post Poem: Still no.4 appeared first on The Oxford Student.
تنزلی پہ یہ اپنا نصیب لگتا ہے مجھے تو اُس سے بچھڑنا قریب لگتا ہے
the road is cautious. worn by broken ladders. the rain comes unexpectedly. arrogant in its certainty. there's still time to measure what's behind us. even as we run. narrow bridge...
yemenat يمنات عدنان الدوسري لا أعرف أي علاقة هذه التي جمعتني بك؛ أحبك وأنا ممتلئ بالعتاب، وأشتاق إليك وفي حلقي غصة منك، وأبحث عنك كلما ضعت، مع أنني أعرف أنك أكثر من أضاعني.كيف أحن...
Beyond the posh drawing rooms and grand halls, Karachi’s poetry once thrived in its working-class neighborhood
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