Black Organ

Been dropping the redness into my heart
But this organ of blackness doesn't gets start
Pumping the air of love to get rid at last
The illness of rust is prevailing so fast
Been bubbling the cotton of love in my chest
Been blooming the dry heart ;out of rest
Been brushing the tangled veins of my heart
Been stumbling to face the reckless blast
The blossom of springing red love
Been sticking the wings on my dead dove
Watering the bone dry pitch of my heart
Escaping the curse of my gloomier past.

Love

Love is never about molding others and only loving the already lovely features of others but it is about dealing and living with imperfections that maybe darker than their skin color, their bright faces and their words. Love is never about picking up all the good traits and leaving the bad right there, no it isn’t love, it is as if you pick and shop various stuff from market, leaving the already open, messed up things on the rack. Humans are not things, Humans breath, they live, they have a pumping heart, that sometimes ache because of your false pickings, your unreal expectations. You shouldn’t just scatter your wants all over the place while not even bothering a single thing about the other one. It isn’t love, it is called being satisfied with yourself and being overly self-obsessed while knowing you have someone who is less adorable, less smart, just less something from you. You satisfy your superiority need that’s all you’re doing, it isn’t love, It isn’t

                                                                                

Paar chana de

Kacchi meri miṭṭi kaccha mera naam ni

Haan main na-kaam ni

kacchiyaan da hunda kaccha anjaam ni

eh gal aam ni

kacchiyaan te rakkhiye na umeed paar di <3 <3 

aṛiye aṛiye haan ni aṛiye

#addicted #noori #why_you_so_awsome
Dholak is just on the track <3

Beginnings

New beginnings are always hard, I always cling to old things, old people, old thoughts, old feelings; old me. Newness is difficult, acceptance takes time, but in the process of adopting novelty and new you, the “good old you” is lost. New version of you is not a problem because every different situation in your life demands a new you, a whole new set of rules you have to commute.  But problem is when you stop being what you are and start to live a life that is not yours, in your life, you start to adopt new things, new language, new rules, new company and a totally different you, thinking that the past mistakes that the old you have committed must be erased by erasing the whole version of old you. But at that time you need to ponder really well that even your new version will lack a bunch of things, even today you will make mistakes and cry over them but where there are your bad and sour shades there are your lovely and sweet shades as well. “No one in the world is a full villain we all are a mixture of Hero, villain, side hero, helper etc.” In fact we are not one character, we all are bunch of characters, playing our roles where we have to. Playing lead, playing villain, playing oppressor, playing innocent but in the end we are what situations put us in and we have to play the best suited role for us. Accepting new you with a blend of old you is growth, and becoming a new you with shunning the old one is oppression to your own self.

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