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  • valar_morghulis7 1d



    बहने को है एक दरिया भरा इस दिल में,
    मासिवा आंखें तेरे इंतज़ार में बंजर हुई जा रहीं हैं।
    ©valar_morghulis7

  • valar_morghulis7 1d



    कैसे न होता राख़ ये मेरा वजूद,
    इमरोज़ मेरी ख़ामोशी को वो
    नफ़रत-ए-आतिश से नवाज़ा करते हैं।
    ©valar_morghulis7

  • valar_morghulis7 2d



    There are days when it gets worse,
    Then there is the idea of being alive stuck at worst,
    You take it in as the vulnerability won't get out,
    They give it names,
    They crow it too hard,
    When all it has is solitude and silence for recieval,
    Now if I am being paranoid, perhaps I never was not,
    But the nights are still about blowing your brains out,
    Erase it into oblivion,
    And maybe the fact that I exist in this grief,
    To make it all unreal for real,
    And there won't be an end then,
    For it would not have the beginning,
    Maybe its inexplicable, the words I put off,
    And maybe they don't see a meaning,
    Or a dawn,
    It all stopped making sense long ago,
    I was in all of it.
    ©valar_morghulis7

  • valar_morghulis7 2d



    कलम जो बेअसर सी लफ़्ज़ों को फरामोश किए जा रही है,
    गर्दिश में फितूर है मेरा, यूं बेबसी में खो जाना तो लाज़मी है।
    ©valar_morghulis7

  • valar_morghulis7 2d



    There is no end to this fulfillment,
    That walks me through the gates of banishment,
    As it will never be overpowered,
    Only a grave could conquer it,
    So then it says to the every existing reality,
    You don't have a meaning,
    Your existence is unreal,
    For some negligence is an answer,
    Running around like a stray with no purpose,
    For some a realisation gets them stuck,
    Into a void of a tortured soul,
    That can scream unheard,
    That can weep dry,
    That can be dead and alive.
    ©valar_morghulis7

  • valar_morghulis7 3d



    There is this night so quiet,
    Where the heavier I breathe, the more it aches,
    And my dizzy head won't wake up,
    I have been bad,
    I couldn't care less,
    For the rage and agony I filled it up with,
    So it chose to not let me have a meaning,
    An answer to exist with my demons,
    Yes, they scream along,
    Or as I think, they beg for freedom,
    Perhaps they've been here for too long,
    But whose is fate to control,
    The boundaries turn natural when the head weaves them,
    So be a prisoner,
    Of this night,
    These heavy breaths and aches,
    And the these boundaries.
    ©valar_morghulis7

  • valar_morghulis7 3d



    गर जो रूह हयात में डूब जाए,
    मगर वो हसरत मेरी तकदीर नहीं।
    ©valar_morghulis7

  • valar_morghulis7 3d



    Desire
    encircles
    freedom.
    ©valar_morghulis7

  • valar_morghulis7 3d



    A trigger you could pull,
    An edge you could slip off,
    A body that could float,
    A hole that could be the last,
    In any of them you might be set free,
    And so you think,
    Freedom and hallucination, something you can't decide
    or see or choose,
    But there aren't any choices either,
    So what you could maybe you would,
    Because the hole doesn't seem to be the last.
    ©valar_morghulis7

  • valar_morghulis7 3d



    The insecurities feed on my failures,
    They wouldn't stop falling on me either,
    So now I feel a little more worthless,
    Than the times my red eyes take off my senses,
    A retarted fate,
    An inconsequential existence,
    And a rythm to lose,
    All that makes me.
    ©valar_morghulis7