सुबह तक कैसे गुज़ारी है ये अब पूछती है
रात टूटे हुए तारों का सबब पूछती है

तू अगर छोड़ के जाने पे तुला है तो जा
जान भी जिस्म से जाती है तो कब पूछती है

कल मेरे सर पे मेरा ताज था तो सब थे मेरे
आज दुनिया ये मेरा नाम-ओ-नसब पूछती है

मैं चराग़ों की लवें थाम के सो जाता हूँ
रात जब मुझ से मेरा हुस्न-ए-तलब पूछती है

      ♡♡♡ अज़्म शाकरी ♡♡♡

"Not Everything that's faced can be changed ,but nothing can be changed until it's Faced." 🙂

hey guys.. idk why i’m even writing this but my heart feels too full and too tight and i just need to let it out somewhere.. today is my birthday and instead of feeling loved or excited i ended up feeling this strange heaviness that i can’t even explain properly.. i got three parcels today even though i didn’t order a single thing and the delivery guy kept calling, asking for my location, and i stood there confused, repeating “maine kuch order nahi kiya” because genuinely i hadn’t.. but the name was mine, the number was mine, everything pointed at me and still nothing made sense.. i told him to cancel it, return it, send it back because accepting something i didn’t know about felt wrong.. then again another call, another parcel and the same confusion hitting me again and again like some weird reminder that maybe i’m not made for surprises.. later i came home and found out it was my sister who ordered it for me and my mom had already received them.. and instead of happiness i felt this ache spreading inside my chest, like someone pressed something heavy on my heart.. not because i didn’t appreciate it, but because i didn’t know how to hold it.. i don’t know why people doing things for me scares me.. why someone spending even a little money on me feels like i suddenly don’t deserve it.. i start feeling guilty, like i’m burdening someone just by existing, like i owe something back that i don’t even know how to give.. i love small things, handwritten notes, soft words.. those don’t scare me.. but when someone puts effort or money into me, it feels like i’m being seen too closely, cared for too deeply, and i don’t know what to do with that kind of love.. it’s been hours and my mind is still looping around the same feeling.. most people feel special when someone surprises them but i just feel overwhelmed, like i don’t know how to accept love without overthinking it to the point where it starts hurting.. it’s like there’s a part of me that believes i’m not worth the effort, not worth the money, not worth the trouble.. and when someone does something nice for me, it clashes with that belief and everything inside me becomes loud and messy.. maybe i’m just not used to being treated gently.. maybe i’ve spent too long being the one who gives and never learned how to receive.. or maybe i’m just scared that every kind gesture comes with a silent expectation that i won’t be able to fulfill.. i don’t know.. all i know is it’s exhausting to feel this way on a day that’s supposed to be mine.. exhausting to feel guilty for being loved.. exhausting to feel heavy when someone tries to make me happy.. i wish i could just accept things without letting them break me from the inside, but right now, i’m just sitting with this weird ache, trying to understand myself and failing all over again..

नियत ऐसी की फकीरों के साथ भी खाया है ,,

और अकड़ ऐसी की नवाबों को भी ठुकराया है...🔥🦅✨

बुद्धिमान वही होता है जो यह जानता है कि उसे बेवकूफ कब दिखना है..!!

Takleef to haqikat ne di hai...🍂🍁
khwab to aaj bhi khoobsurat hain hmare...✨🥀

мυbahιla Qυadri 💕

Let go of the fear that's been strangling you.

Let go of the past that's been drowning you.

Set yourself free 🦅

Gud morning 💕

~Mubahila Quadri 💕

she never asked for much
just for everyone she loved
to be okay,
even if that meant
she wouldn’t be.

she was the kind of person
who would give away the last piece of her heart
just to make sure someone else
felt a little less alone.
and in the quiet corners of her life,
she slowly learned
that the world rarely gives back
what she pours into it.

she wasn’t angry about it.
she wasn’t even surprised.
she simply accepted
that her role in people’s lives
was to be temporary comfort
a soft place for them to land
before they left
for better things
and better people.

but she..
she still wished them well.
even when they walked away
with pieces of her
she would never get back.

she cried quietly,
not because they hurt her,
but because she couldn’t hate them
even for a moment.
she just hated herself
for not knowing how to be cold,
how to stop caring,
how to stop giving love
that no one ever stayed to return.

every night,
she held herself together
with trembling hands,
praying that tomorrow
wouldn’t ask her
to be strong again.

the truth is..
she was never strong.
she was just too gentle
to let anyone else fall apart.

and the saddest part?!
the world will miss her softness
only when it’s gone.
only when they realise
that the girl who took care of everyone
never had anyone
to take care of her.

- xyz
26 november, 2025

वाकिफ हुँ शहर की तफ़्तीश के तरीकों से...🌱💯
तुम बेफिक्र हो कर, मुझमें रह सकते हो ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

मौन का अर्थ है, या तो व्यक्ति कुछ नहीं जानता, या फिर बहुत कुछ जानता है..!!

किसी की नफ़रत का बहाना बन गया हूँ ,
किसी की हँसी का सहारा बन गया हूँ ,,
टूटने पर उनकी ख्वाइश होगी पूरी ...✨
सही कहते है... मैं सितारा बन गया हूँ..💯❤️‍🩹