Vo Ittefaq Se Mil Jaaye Raaste Mein Kahin

When Faiz Ahmed Faiz wrote janta hai ki wo na aayenge phir bhi masroof e intezar hai dil

When Jaun Elia said khatam hone ko hai Safar shayad phir milenge kabhi magar shayad.

When Tehzeeb Hafi said usi jagah par Jahan kayo raste milenge palat ke aaye toh sab se pehle tujhe milenge

And When Ahmed Faraz wrote jo bichhde hain wo kab mile hain phir bhi tu intezar kar shayad

My heart kept waiting for someone who is not coming back.

I agree with every word. But I think it won't be on a noisy day. Not on a day too much happens. It'll just be a normal boring day, that you wake up go to work, laugh at your coworkers lame/brilliant(depending on their mental capacity) jokes, and it'll just be over in the afternoon. We'd all be doing something mundane, and the humdrum activities will busy us and we won't be thinking of anything. And then it'll be over. Just like we were never there.

How will the world end?

it’s genuinely not something i think too much about. there are people to love and dishes to do in the meantime.

Henry Ospovat (1877-1909), “Shakespeare’s Sonnets”, 1899.

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Ajab apna haal hota jo visal-e-yaar hota

kabhi jaan sadqe hoti kabhi dil nisar hota

Strange my state would have been, if my beloved had come to see me,

Sometimes I would surrender my heart, sometimes my soul to her

_DAGH DEHLVI

— September 7, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

Rukhsat hua falak se mera chaand is kadar,

ke fir mujhse aasman ki taraf dekha nhi gya!

My moon departured in this way that I couldn't be able again to look at the sky!

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

Armaan bhare baithe dil mein

Par kon utthe, ye pucho toh;

Jannat ki tamanna hai sabko

Par kon mare, ye pucho toh...!

"We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels."

-William Shakespeare