October evening
Maybe October would have been a normal month for me too
Maybe October would have been a normal month for me too
I may not have been familiar with these cool October evenings
If you had not come into the world in this month and then come into my life after the world came.
You know, I've always felt cold and sweet this month. Sometimes the grief of someone leaving is fresh and sometimes the grief of not having someone is fresh.
... Sometimes it feels like a new precious gift of love and sometimes it feels like the mourning days of love.
This evening I was sipping tea as well as many bitterness of my life. The evening of October on the banks of the river Chenab looked very beautiful.
This October is like the beginning of a new year for me
That day my black couple shone like a red bridal pair.
The same color of sunflower, sometimes flying towards the east and sometimes towards the west.
The anklet of my foot, which was always ringing in my pain, took off all the curls of pain and poured it into the river Chenab.
And the cloak of happiness was covered ... My light footsteps were rapidly relieving the pain. This October evening of your birthday is very close to my heart!
I was watching this river very closely which is a source of livelihood for many people but even those who benefit from it never want to drown in it.
We always look to our advantage.
Why do these people do that ...
I was sitting by the river talking to this kind man.
The journey is not as long as it takes time
People are not as bad as we think
Life is not as bitter as we think
Time is never bad, our thinking changes
No one hurts anyone unless we want to hurt others. People are good as long as you are good yourself.
Life is beautiful, don't live it, live it with the right to live.
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Sometimes a heart-wrenching life would be like a question of arithmetic on which formula would be applied and a solution would come out or the study of Pakistan would be like the fourteen points of Quaid-e-Azam which would never change.
But there is no greater deception than the line of life where it begins to make sense. It becomes chemistry where you start drinking its bitterness. It becomes as kind as the subject of arithmetic.
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Life sometimes puts exam papers in your hands. Some people are close to you but are far away like a kite.
The string of the kite is in your hands and the kite is far away from you.
Then there is only a struggle on your part, to cut the kite ...
The fear with which you are close even in the distance ...
Metro said looking deeply at the river.
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You know I would never have felt so beautiful this evening if you hadn't got me.
I hated the crowds crossing the river ...
I would have been bitten by the love of two people ...
These birds that fly in a row would be very difficult to fly.
My bus doesn't run. The walls standing on the bricks tell me what their times are. And you and the boat floating in the river with its flow.
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Good thing you came in October and you have made my evening beautiful. Your love has uprooted my pain.
You know, I was in more pain than death when you uprooted my thorn-like pain and poured it into the river.
There were many wounds on your soft hands ...
These wounds have hurt you as you go ...
O evening of October ...
Thank you