I woke up because of a lie,
slept again to lie,
i’v made up of lie,
i’m creating lie,
I’m living a lie,
the art of letting go The ultimate and surreal experience of the art of letting go was felt today. A server was setup years ago where an old ideology was living. After moving barebones and posts from it, it was let go. Destroyed. Off to new world with a blank slate and bunch of pictures….
The Tomb Her screams turned into growls when she was pushed into old stone casket.. Stream of blood moved like a snake and faded into the dirt around that cursed tombstone Earth shook , sky fell down , filthy night creatures came out and cried for mercy facing the tomb Undertakers slit their own throats…
Finally, a day to observe – the medicine for the brain, ultimate training, and meditation. Crisscrossing between ideas, not letting them overshadow the will to live. Did the slow day choose me, or did I choose a slow day? Time is running slowly
Avval hamad khudaye da virj kije, ishq kita su jagg da mool mian.. Pehlon aap hi rabb ne ishq kita, te maashook hai nabi rasool mian.. Ishq peer fakeer da martba ee, mard ishq da bhlaa ranjool mian… khile tinnan de baag kabool andar, jinnan keeta hai ishq kabool mian… ਅਵ੍ਵਲ ਹਮਦ ਖੁਦਾਏ ਦਾ ਵਿਰਜ …
1pinda vicho pind sunidapind suni da mogav mogee de 2 saadu sune deghar ghar oona de shobav andi jandi nu ghara chukandepicho marde godane lak tera patla jeha baar sahan na joga-22nachan wale de aadi na rahende…..te goon wale da muu….nachan wale de aadi na rahende…..te goon wale da muu….ne boli main paavaaaaaa nach le…
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