The beautiful twilight ceased blotted by the moonlight leaving the west with the skies full of elysian stars. The prayers commenced while the children repeated them with a laughter, see the voices echoed across the way, Sleep it's getting late.
Lagom, an another tranquil night with a further sangria dawn followed by a cordial dusk. Let's secure the large perspective of peace Lay underneath the stars listen my darling's quixotic stories across the sky where we drew our own constellations.
Deny wala bhi Allah hai! Cheenay wala bhi Allah hai! Jisay deta hai uski azmaish zaroor krta hai! Jisay zada nhi deta usay bhi azmaish krta hai! Jitna hai usi m behtari smjho aur har haal m shukr Krna seekho! Shukr aesa alfaaz hai jo khuda ko khush kr leta hai! Khuda s kbi na umeed mt hova krna!. Na umeedi shirq hai.. Aur shukr krny s bnd drvazay bhi Allah tala khol deta hai.. Allah tala ki qudrat dekho chotay s chotay keeday makodou ko bhi bhooka nhi rakhta... Mne dekha hai aesay logou ko bhi jo faqeer ko aesay nikal detay hai...ki kbi kbi unko ansou atay hai.. Hai hai afsoos insaan bn kr raho janwar nhi...
SOMETIMES, I FEEL LIKE HOPE IS A CLASSIC NOVEL WITH CLICHÉD WORDS, WHICH I'M TIRED OF READING OVER AND OVER AGAIN.. It's pages turning yellow.. It's words becoming shallow. It's like a tree full of leaves but it's flowers are withering down. Or a sky full of stars but it's beauty is still dull. The rain full of joy but after sometime it's the reason of storm. Hope... The hope of our parents to see us talk for the first time .. or the hope of ours due to which we take the first step .. The hope that he lived for that she will love him .. Or the hope in which she spend her whole life that he will come back to her. The hope due to which I'm still alive .. The time when I thought to take my life .. By drowning myself in the pool of my tears..I tortured my body till it bleed red gifting myself many scars.. The hope when I thought the flame of those bad words in my heart will come to halt with time .. That the way he always rank my body through his filthy eyes will stop one day .. The hope due to which I always hold myself from taking a big step .. But in the end I got nothing ... I stopped trusting on the word hope that one day my life will be better.. That my body can be scar free .. That my sinful soul can be renewed .. that I can really smile .. that I'm worthy of living .. That I'm important for someone..That I can do this I'm too strong .. I'm brave like a lion.. That yes girl .. you can put the world on fire .. Maybe I also have a heart .. But I think it got replaced with a stone .. The stone which always breakdown into small pebbles.. but then it glue itself up again with this hope that everything will be alright .. I'M TIRED OF READING THIS NOVEL OVER AND OVER AGAIN CALLED HOPE..
"THE RAY OF A NEW SPARKLING HOPE ALWAYS GIVES ME RARE ENERGY THINKING THAT FROM TODAY'S ON EVERYTHING WILL COME AT PLACE GIVING MYSELF A NEW CHANCE TO LOOSE MYSELF AS MY MISERY DANCE AS I LIFT UP MY CRUSHED SOUL AGAIN A FAKE SMILE WILL ALWAYS KISS MY LIPS THE STARS SHINNING AS THEY CRY FOR THE SADNESS THAT MY SMILE DISGUISE MY TEARS WHEN THEY TURN DIAMONDS THE DIAMONDS WHICH EVERYONE DREAMS OF BUT THEY DON'T KNOW TO HAVE THOSE DIAMONDS THEIR HOPE WILL CRUSH DOWN IN THEIR FEET BLEEDING THEM MAKING THEIR HEART MOURN, HISSING IN PAIN THEY WILL BE THIS MUCH BADLY MISERABLE THAT THEY WILL TRY TO HUG THE CAPTIVATING QUEEN "DEATH" BUT THAT QUEEN WILL GIFT THEM GOLDEN COINS NAMED AS HOPE AND ONE DAY THEY WILL BE TIRED TIRED OF RUNNING BEHIND THOSE DIAMONDS BUT THEY WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO HAVE PEACE AND ETERNAL SOLACE". ________________________________________ It's kind of the combination of prose and poetry .. THANK YOU @_rainfrost_ for giving such a captivating line it directly stabs my heart and I can totally relate to it ... #rf_licon_ch ________________________________________ Image credits to rightful owner ..