Ik Cheez Qayamat Bhi Hai

here it is a collection of poems about hope and or holding on despite everything !

I Am Not Ready To Die Yet by Aracelis Girmay

A Litany for Survival by Audre Lorde

Snowdrops by Louise Glück

Most Days I Want to Live by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Insha’Allah by Danusha Laméris

A Good Day by Kait Rokowski

Invitation by Mary Oliver

Instructions on Not Giving Up by Ada Limón

Tommorow is a Place by Sanna Wani

The World Has Need of You by Ellen Bass

Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower by Rainer Maria Rilke

To the Young Who Want to Die by Gwendolyn Brooks

Night Walk by Franz Wright

Sorrow is Not My Name by Ross Gay

Everything Is Waiting For You by David Whyte

The Letter by Linda Greg

Testify by Eve L. Ewing

Every Day as a Wide Field, Every Page by Naomi Shihab Nye

Jithe itr-an de vagde ne cho

Jaha itr-on ke behte hai jharne

Nii othe mera yaar vassda

vaha mera yaar basta hai

Jithe langdi e paun vi khalo

Jaha nikalti hai (pawan)hawa bhi khade ho ke

Ni othe mera yaar vasda

vaha mera yaar basta hai

Nange nange pairin jithe aun parbhaatan

Nange nange pair leke jaha aayein parbhaat(subah)

Reshma di nadi tari laun jithe raatan

Resham ki nadi mein nahati hai jahan raatein

Jithe chaandni ch nahaave khushboo

Jaha chandi mein nahati hai khusbhoo

Nii othe mera yaar vasda

Nii vaha mera yaar basta hai

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“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

Appendix: Hope and the Absurd in the Work of Franz Kafka from The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays, Albert Camus

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.

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