Arsalaanmanzoor

17/M/Srinagar ‘’I write to unearth what silence hides. / My words walk through thickets, / searching for the roads no one sees’’ / Insta: @arsalaanmanzoor

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Bunch of scratches, still worthy.

Sep 10, 2025

Sep 10, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC

Far

Bunch of scratches, still worthy.

I am out in everything…

Aug 28, 2025

Aug 28, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC

Untitled

I am out in everything…

Regret is the rain that keeps returning even after the clouds are gone.

Aug 15, 2025

Aug 15, 2025 at 1:13 AM UTC

After the cloud

Regret is the rain that keeps returning even after the clouds are gone.

Some days feel like loose threads in a sweater — you pull one, and the whole memory unravels.

Aug 14, 2025

Aug 14, 2025 at 8:22 AM UTC

Heavy days

Some days feel like loose threads in a sweater — you pull one, and the whole memory unravels.

I burned at her small ember, yet she returned in a blaze.

Aug 14, 2025

Aug 14, 2025 at 1:15 AM UTC

Empty head

I burned at her small ember, yet she returned in a blaze.

A warrior in a deep thicket, where the path lies hidden, thoughts are buried in shadows. Legs hang heavy, arms bear carved stories, eyes—emptied of light— still search for a road unseen.

Aug 12, 2025

Aug 12, 2025 at 11:50 PM UTC

Thicket of silence

A warrior in a deep thicket, where the path lies hidden, thoughts are buried in shadows. Legs hang heavy, arms bear carved stories, eyes—emptied of light— still search for a road unseen.