KYUN?

Dr. B

Teri Baatoon Ka Dard Mehsoos Karne Ki Kosish Har Kadam Nakaam Hai Kyun? Suna Hai Dard Baantne Se Kam Hua Karta Hai, Tumhein Hal-e-Dil Samjhana Phir Lagta Nai Asaan Kyun? Tamana Hai Meri Bas Itni Si, Behisab Tumse Mohabbat Karne Ki. Dil Ka Ilaaj Toh Phir Bhi Ho Skta Hai, Aadat Mujhe Hai Kyun Aise Hi Haal Ki. Lafzoon Mein Bayaan Na Kar Saka Kabhi, Bhatakta Hoon Darbadar Tabhi. Dhondta Phirta Hu Nishaan Terey, Hawa Jo Mita Chuki Hai Sabhi. Koi Gazal Likhne Ka Andaaz Muj Mein Hai Nahi Kyun? Alfazoon Ko Kagaz Pe Utarne Ka Hunar Muj Mein Hai Nahi Kyun? Likhta Toh Bht Kch Hoon Tere Barey Har Rooz, Phir Merey Jazbatoon Ka Asar Tuj Pe Hai Nahi Kyun? © Dr. B

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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?

shadowlinxxx morgan

The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx

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"Я буду помнить"

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Я буду помнить о тебе , Когда минутой будет гнусно И одиноко грянет в след Дождь смыв порою мои чувства Я буду помнить о тебе , Когда нагрянет новый вечер И ветер заберёт себе Мои увечены надежды . Я буду помнить, тот момент, Когда тебя со мной не стало Оставив только мокрый цент С того ,что в сердце потеряла Я буду помнить твой уход , Да может быть, тогда слезами Теперь совсем под тихий сон Обняв подушку крепко швами .

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