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Wednesday, 24 April 2019

I write you when I at the lowest, darkest, ugliest...

Main nukta-chein nahi hon magar yeh bata dijiye
Wo kon the jo hans k gullon ko masall gaye

gham e habeeb, gham e zindagi, gham e dauraan
kisi muqaam pe hum jee bura nahi karte

About to get to the end of my fellowship which started May 2018 and I ended up extending for another 4 months which somehow looks like a mistake for now. This was long enough but then necessary nonetheless.

I am not ungrateful and I am not materialistic but somehow after everywhile, I come to a point when my heart sinks for no good reason, I have this anxiety and I know things are not working out.

The night as it gets darker, my soul gets darker.. but it doesn't rise with the sun every day. Somehow it remains there in the dark until another night falls and then it falls deeper...

Aye the be-nayaz teri bargaah mae
Jaatay hen aik hujoom e tamanna liye huwe..

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