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  • sadaf786 3w

    When given a chance to knock someone's heart before entering into it,
    I would rightfully barge into yours knowing that I'll be welcomed anyway....
    I would not invade all of it, neither would I leave room for many, just the important ones....
    While entering into the gallery of your memories,
    I'll camouflage myself only to try and reminisce your idyllic glow,
    so that whenever you feel palmy, I can bloom the lavender of nostalgia..
    And when it comes to the dark abandoned room you've never spoke about,
    I'll become the silhouette which you've hoped for,
    And make a laudable attempt to become your way of rescue
    Knowing that not every room is liveable,
    I'll find my foot out of the dusty dorms after planting some laurel and bellflower...
    No hesitation when it comes to your aghast looking territory,
    I might not be idealistic enough to become the shooting star you've wished for all along,
    But I'll try and become a meteor, even if i were to ignite a paltry of your desire...
    While passing through the nightmares of yours,
    You'll see me collecting your toys onto which you'd squeezed in horror,
    Only to make fun of you for the rest of your life...
    Having investigated enough, here I am.. making myself home...nonetheless my belief of raising in love, I'll still choose to fall for you even if i were never to raise again....

  • sadaf786 19w

    The abet of solemn heartbreak
    Gave her an excuse
    To choke the paper by stabbing the pen
    Only to fall in love once again
    Sobbing the proses and
    Conflicting her metaphors
    She finally cherished her pain

  • sadaf786 39w

    @wannabecreative HAPPY BIRTHDAY ��

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    To someone special,
    //Let me inhale phosphenes during sabaism just to exhale escasty of constellation to celebrate this special day//

    Endeavouring our journey of togetherness might struck my throat with reminiscence, blur my view with tears leaving a satisfactory smile on face yet complaining about something which doesn't exist.

    They say a good friend is the one who knows everything about you but still stands by your side, but DAMMNN yaar Prachi, you know about me more than I actually do now don't tell me k "hum dono ek hi toh hai"
    I've always been in love with the idea of the existence of universe and the immense energy lying out there until you've come and made my jaw drop in "awe"
    Speaking with you always feels like speaking to a better version of myself from some parallel universe and you literally made me believe in the concept of the "7 - dimensional theory of souls"

    I thought I was the only one to bring up the most random conversations or act over- dramatic or can fight over something which doesn't even exist until I spoke to you, right here on this platform for the first time wherein we spoke like some lost Kumbh Mela sisters, matching the exact same energy and thoughts, singing craziest songs out of the blue, fighting over the filmy dialogues and what not...
    ( I am not bringing up how artfully you'd turn taunts into my own insults)
    And recalling the dialogue where we almost yelled in unison k " Yaar tu mujhe pehle kyun nhi mili?" Still make my day and bring a tinge of smile on my face..

    Having someone who doesn't judge you, who can carry your words with the exact amount of intensity you've provided isn't less than a miracle, and you are a complete miracle (vo alag baath hai k saare miracles Angels nhi hotey, chudail bhi hotey hain thode)
    We share so may similarities.... Uffff, it's like whenever I try to carefully wrap- up my words to camouflage some vague feelings, you could read between the lines right through it and tell me exactly what I want to hear. The bond we share still feels surrealistic as if you are to be some fantacy
    ( Still, it doesn't change the fact k I've lent you half of my brain)

    I don't know why am I beating around the bush, I guess all I want to say is that I've never seen someone as unique as you, someone as talented and intelligent as you and someone as kind-hearted as you... You never act superior, you give people the freedom to express themselves, you just blend into the environment you've put into.... You make people feel special, you care about everyone, you can never see someone in trouble and you are the someone people can trust, you make a great leader and a great teacher who can show people the right path

    Thank you note: aaahhhh...!!! How can I ever thank you my dear @wannabecreative ... Let me try,
    Thank you very much for being an amazing frnd
    Thank you for being considerate
    Thank you for being such a sweet sis
    Thank you for being you
    Thank you for letting me be myself
    Thank you for letting us share this wonderful bond
    Finally, wish you a very happy birthday my dear @wannabecreative
    May Allah bless you with everything you deserve ❤️

  • sadaf786 40w

    Every one doesn't have the privilege to find what they love,
    May be that's why they say "love what you do"

  • sadaf786 44w

    Under the wabi sabi of lacuna,
    There she was,
    Humming the silence,
    Feeling the numbness,
    Unorganizing the chaos and
    Creating the flawless lypophrenia

  • sadaf786 45w

    If forever was meant to be an illusion
    Then the sun would never dissolve it's pride
    For the sake of a mere droplet of water,
    Just to find itself betrayed by the rainbow

  • sadaf786 46w

    In search of the epitome of poetry,
    You gifted me the pain and uttered
    "Some pains are better left unnoticed"

  • sadaf786 49w

    Red: A colour of love and warmth
    Urges us to stipulate the horror of danger,
    Isn't it irony that we've never amplified that
    "Love can be dangerous too"
    Blue: A colour filled with sadness and melancholy
    Expenditiously reminds the calmness of ocean
    Can the ocean possibly be an essendentesiast?
    White: A colour of tranquility and ataraxia
    Forces us to remind the proxysm of eulogy,
    Can you hear the metaphors screem
    "Extreme reverie leads to solitude?"
    Grey: As old-fashioned and saddened as it looks
    Never skips to rush the reminiscence of ramè,
    Let the shades of grey weave us
    "The acipathy hidden in the latibule"
    Yellow: A colour giving the urge to close eyes out of brightness
    Also reminds us the extreme sore end,
    Let it teach us "To choose the best part of all"

  • sadaf786 50w

    Let me inhale the nostalgia of bibliosmia,
    While sighing the utopia of hiraeth

  • sadaf786 52w

    Poems are mosaics made of broken pieces of heart
    Scribbled for the nostalgia of halcyon in their recluse