And Mine Is An Illusion Of A Slow Suicide That I Would Like To Hide Up In An Attic Never To Be Seen By

Aap ki yaad aati rahi raat bhar

Chandni dil dukhati rahi raat bhar

Gaah jalti hui gaah bujhti hui

Sham-e-gham jhilmilati rahi raat bhar

Koi khushbu badalti rahi pairahan

Koi tasvir gaati rahi raat bhar

Phir saba saya-e-shakh-e-gul ke tale

Koi qissa sunati rahi raat bhar

Jo na aaya use koi zanjir-e-dar

Har sada par bulati rahi raat bhar

Ek ummid se dil bahalta raha

Ik tamanna satati rahi raat bhar

-Faiz Ahmed Faiz

There are thousands of poets and then there is Faiz. Once you start reading him there's no going back. Also, what a beautiful ghazal this is.

“I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.”

literature posters; the book thief by markus zusak

Kuch to baat hai is dhalti shaam mein

dil-e-udaas ko zehar pila jaati hai

Jisko roz bhulaate hai

Usi kambakht ki yaad dila jaati hai

“It’s all in your head” yeah that’s kind of the entire problem innit

I wrote something.

And made my friend sing it.

And well, here it is.

The lyrics go:

Akhan mila ke akhan us da bana de mainu

Make our eyes meet, and make me hers

Khud nu zameen te te usnu arshan te rakha

I promise i'll be on the ground and keep her in the sky

Usnu meri jaan te usda bana de mainu

Make her my life my soul and make me her's

Nahi kuch karna te likhna sikhade mainu

And if you won't do anything, then just make me a poet

Mannya mai mainu eh mohabbatan da vall ni

I know, i'm not "experienced" and an "expert" in love

Meriyan ibadatan di usnu khabar ni

But she doesn't know or understand my devotion

Sidhi jahi gall e rabba os da bana de mainu

Look, God, I'm telling you, just make me her's.

Nahi kuch karna te likhna sikhade

And if you can't just make me a poet, then.

Tavazzo ki ummeed us mah-jabeen se

Tālluq hai kya aasmaan ko zameen se

Expecting attention from moon faced one / What relationship does the sky keeps with the ground

"Some people, Master Wayne, just want to watch the world burn"

-Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth

G-guys, I know this is a terrible sketch, but update:

That's exactly what happened. The worst fears were realised.

...cheers.

"I am afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely I am afraid of being completely unravelled by you and you finding nothing you want in here"

-L. M. Dorsey, She is made of chalk.