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  • The life and death of a match

I gave you the match

To build yourself a fire

You lit me up with the flame

Rubbed two dry sticks in the rain

Magnified paper in the sunlight

Put coal on a lit fireplace

Hit wires in the right way

And burned me to ash and grey

I never saw it coming

The light-hearted jokes

The candlelit dinners

The bonfire nights outside

The campfires in wintertime

The warmth in your house

The keys in the ignition

For a moments we felt so inflamed

That we set wildfires in each other

That couldn’t be smothered away

It didn’t set me ablaze enough to know

That fires destroy as well as create

And sometimes they die out

Because they were extinguished

Not because they naturally died away

You enlighten me to the change

By dousing my flame away

- by nail-in-the-wall (6.1.22)

Got to censor myself sometimes when I’m writing and keep my face under control.

Lessons from a flower

A flower fulfills its purpose by simply existing, it sprouts to life, blossoms and withers when its time has come-so should you follow in his suit. You are born into this world and you grow, you exist until you can no longer do so. You exist and that’s more than enough… That is the only lesson that a flower should teach you.

ishq se tabīat ne ziist kā mazā paayā

dard kī davā paaī dard-e-be-davā paayā

my being did, from love’s domain, the joy of life procure

obtained such cure for life’s travails, which itself had no cure

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

If only you knew how much of my day I spent thinking, wondering about you….every second seems to pass with an utterance of your name. Is it funny? Playing with my heart, knowing this idiot loves you more than she ever believed she could. Would this be funnier if you were able to read all the words in my diary? Don’t smile like that, the way you do when you play your tricks and then look at me to see if I witnessed them. My heart shatters across the curve of your lips. I love you. I want to scream it out loud. Will you listen?


(Quote From Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer)


Need we say it was not love,
Just because it perished?

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Passer Mortuus Est

Rainer Maria Rilke - I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone

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