Imran Ali Shah
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He Still Hums It in His Sleep
Evening always feels heavier now. The house is quiet in the way a place becomes quiet after it has lost its music. I move through rooms that still carry echoes of laughter, of clinking glasses, of you calling my name like it belonged to you.
By Imran Ali Shaha day ago in Humans
The Day I Stopped Romanticizing My Pain
For years, I thought my pain made me real. I thought it made me deep, interesting, worthy of being understood. I carried it like a secret language, something only certain people could recognize. I didn’t just experience heartbreak or loneliness—I turned it into poetry. I wrapped it in beautiful words, soft metaphors, and late-night reflections.
By Imran Ali Shah3 days ago in Humans
The Day I Stopped Romanticizing My Pain
For a long time, I believed my pain made me interesting. It gave my stories weight, my voice depth, my silence meaning. I wore it quietly, like a badge only other wounded people could recognize. When something hurt, I didn’t run from it—I wrote about it. I turned it into metaphors. I dressed it in beautiful words so it would look intentional instead of unbearable.
By Imran Ali Shah4 days ago in Poets
Every Self-Help Book Promised Change—None Asked for Honesty
I have read enough self-help books to build a small altar to transformation. Their spines line my shelves like quiet judges. Wake up earlier. Think better thoughts. Rewrite your story. Every cover promised a better version of me—lighter, sharper, healed. None of them asked who I really was when no one was watching.
By Imran Ali Shah4 days ago in Humans
The Year I Learned That Rest Is Not Laziness
For most of my life, rest felt like a crime. If I wasn’t busy, I felt guilty. If I wasn’t exhausted, I felt undeserving. Somewhere along the way, I learned that worth was measured by output, and slowing down meant falling behind.
By Imran Ali Shah5 days ago in Poets
Instructions for Surviving a Bad
Step One: Call it what it is. This is a bad year. Not a lesson. Not a blessing in disguise. Not a plot twist you’ll laugh about later. It is heavy and unfair and exhausting. Naming it does not make you weak—it makes you honest. Bad years thrive on denial.
By Imran Ali Shah7 days ago in Humans
What Time Has Taught Me That School Never Did
School taught me how to find X. Time taught me how to lose things — and survive anyway. For years, I thought education meant preparation. If I memorized enough facts, followed instructions, passed tests, I would be ready for life. That’s what we were told, right? Work hard now so everything later makes sense.
By Imran Ali Shah8 days ago in Education
The Sound I Miss Most From My Childhood
I don’t miss a toy. I don’t miss an old house. I don’t even miss being young. I miss a sound. It’s funny how life removes things quietly. Not with a dramatic goodbye, but softly — like background music fading until one day you realize it’s gone for good.
By Imran Ali Shah8 days ago in Humans
