Kuch gawanke, kuch paake roye. Kabhi lab par hansi saja ke roye. Kabhi bewafa se wafa karke roye. Hamesha sach se mukar ke roye. Safar ko manzil samajh ke roye. Hum the pyaade, Khud ko badshah samajh ke roye.
you left me with a version which was yet to be born. Unaware that a new life was being birthed, I groped, stumbled yet carried on in the tunnel of uncertainty. Although traumatizing, I realized the scariest thing would be to quit. Because I had lost who I was & I wasn't who I wanted to be. So, here I am. Let me reintroduce myself. I am a Phoenix.
lies an endless reservoir of healing. Wounded warriors arrive for aid, warriors who have persevered, fought silent battles this superficial world can't comprehend. Untended by the world, it receives its nourishment from God, the one who deems it worthy to be chosen.