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Every Wall Is A Door

Every wall is a door
- R.W. Emerson Raffaello Ossola art
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شبان ہجراں دراز چوں زلف روز وصلت چو عمر کوتاہ
سکھی پیا کو جو میں نہ دیکھوں تو کیسے کاٹوں اندھیری رتیاں
The night of separation is long as your hairs, the day of union small as my age
Oh friend! how do i spend the dark night without looking at my beloved's face.
-Amir Khusrau









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I went to the woods because I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life! To put to rout all that was not life. And not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

we spin the bottle with the sky and kiss it raw blood blood red (a heart inside my heart: hers)
- Beyond Survival, ‘Pavement Talk’ by Aditi Nagrath