MARCH 20 2022
kabhi koi ek soul dusre soul ko nhi chodta hai, vo dono ek sath ek dusre ko chodte hai bus ek ko samaj aaaraha hota hai aur ek khoya hota hai.
One soul never hurts another soul, both of them together hurt each other, only one's society is gained and the other is lost.
Muje nhi pata pyaar kya hai.
Mera story alag hai, Mera pyaar tutta nhi hai mera pyaar ke sath lafda ho jata hai
pyaar kabhi tut ta nhi hai, vo log ek dusre ke aandar Etna Jake aate hai ki unhe vo kafi ho jata hai lambe samai keliya, kabhi kabhi tho puri zindagi keliya
I really miss the joint she use to make,,,
I can't unlove,
You are like a gentle flower, where only the bee of my mind surrenders. Not everything needs touch to be fulfilled, even crystal shines from a distance.
“Even physical union was not possible, my affection remains unchanged.'' I still miss your lips.
“Union with you is not free or easy, not due to your fault, nor due to any lack in me. Where the body asks for pause, there, the soul embraces instead.”
WHEN I FALL IN LOVE, I LOSE MYSLEF TO BE A BETTER FIT FOR THEM AND THEY STOP LOVING COZ I LOST MYSELF. (FACT)
THE THOUGHT THAT I AM AHEAD OF TIME KILLS ME.
ITS JUNE 2025 AND I STILL CAN'T START WITH THIS STORY IT IS HARD FOR ME, I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO START FORM WHERE TO START AND ITS EASY WHEN I AM CONTEMPORARY COZ THERE IS NO START AND NO END, YOU OFTEN DON'T REALISE THAT YOU ARE WRITING AS SOON AS THIS TOPIC OF LOVE COMES IT SCARES ME IT LOSES MY CONTEMPORSRY MODE COZ IN THAT TIME I LOSE CONTEMPORARY, SO IT HAPPENS LIKE PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE WITH COZ THEY SEE ME IN CONTEMPORARY, AS SOON AS THEY APPORACH, I GET OUT OF THAT MODE MEANS I LOSE CONTEMPORARY I DON'T KNOW HOW IT HAPPEN AS SOONS AS SOME ONE TOUCHES ME I AM NO MORE ME, I THINK I AM THAT FLUID AS SOON AS THEY TOUCH ME THEY START REFLECTING THEMSELVES AS LIKE I AM MIRROR,
REACHED ONE DAY BEFORE HEHE,
THIS IS .............................................................................................
I AM BLANK ..
AAKHARI KHAT
MOST SADDEST RICH LOVE
I CREATED THIS ART FOR HER, WITH HER, BEING HER....
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LETTER EVER WRITTEN
JO BHI HAI SAB KUCH IIESEKE AADHAR HAI
WHY WHATEVER I LOVE DIES, OR I DIE WHEN I LOVE.
I ALWAYS WONDER THE LESSON SHE TAUGHT ME THAT SAME LESSON I TAUGHT THEM THEN WHO TAUGHT HER AND WHO ARE THE ONE WHO ARE GOING TO GET TAUGHT FROM THEM,
FOR ME IT MIGHT BE LIKE I DIDN'T STOP HER BUT FOR HER I MIGHT BE CONTINUOUSLY STOPPING HER
IN LOVE BEING ON SAME PAGE REALLY MATTERS,
SAME FREQUENCY
LETS START THE STORY,
IT'S ME WAS DONE BUT STILL IT WAS NOT OVER INSIDE ME, IT WAS JAN 2022, I WORE A COIN ON MY CHIN IN MY NEW PIERCING, I WAS THE COIN OF PTOWN AT THAT TIME, EGO TIME, FOR MY ART FOR STANDING alone with the art this ego was perfect coz I was not sharing life with anyone I was completely alone living in slums alone in one room, ant have Made a new house inside my small house, this space was shared by ants and me.
but this ego was not fine to be with someone,
censorship was very heavy