Haider.

I’m where you are, just another monumental of my grave-yaad

[Haider. @Haiderrum]

clouds are the mountains of the sky

[Indian Muslim Archives @Rustum_0]

How exquisitely Hindustani music expresses a son’s grief for his departed father, composed about 430 years ago ago by Bilas Khan, an Indian Muslim musician.

Rāga Bilaskhani Todi — by Ustad Arshad.

[Art or Other Things @ArtorOtherThing]

Salman Toor (Pakistani, 1983), East Village Apartment I, 2016.

[Vincent Van Gone @VVanGone]

you are the thought

[✒️ @Literariium]

‘until we meet again’

[kickVerse @KickVerseX]

I'm jealous of those who find their person early in life and grow together. It's always beautiful to see.

[✒️ @Literariium]

“And I get jealous of a stranger, who may see your eyes by chance, and fall in love with them.”

— Nizar Qabbani | نزار قباني

[Haider. @Haiderrum]

i’d like to have my death by the thought of having you

[Mikael @mikael_jibril]

"There is telepathy between hearts."

[Mikael @mikael_jibril]

An angel will find you, or else a book, or a friend, or perhaps a vision, or a dream — or the strange touch of a tree or sudden memories of a beloved elder sharing a wisdom; perhaps a travel leading you to a starry sky in awe and remember ancient things ... you will be found.

[Surajit @surajit_ghosh2]

A hiker captures his own shadow floating in the mountain mist, surrounded by a glowing solar halo

A rare yet completely natural phenomenon

[Haider. @Haiderrum]

I think it will echo if I write

[Vincent Van Gone @VVanGone]

I am dead to me

[Haider. @Haiderrum]

if i were to explain her i can’t, seraphic she was in every way until she wasn’t

[Haider. @Haiderrum]

tears of trauma still resides, as I try to move forward I get pulled by the same hurt a thousand times.

[✒️ @Literariium]

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