I would tell you all that I’ve wanting to for so long
I’ll tell you the little jokes I played at work
Or the songs I sang while making breakfast
I’d tell you all of them.
Hoping that you’d laugh at my silly puns
And the stupid stories that I make up.
But I won’t tell you how my nights are dark
That each of my moments are numbered with your name
That each time I turn, I hope to see you
I won’t tell you any of these, no.

If you were here
I wouldn’t tell you how much I miss you
If you don’t already know
I wouldn’t burden you with the guilt
That’s the price I pay for the unrequited.

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You don’t fall out of love all of a sudden. You don’t give up on people all at once. It happens little by little, with something trivial. And you sort of brush that aside, because your love surpasses that petty thought.
But you never quite forget that. You just overlook that. Mostly, because there’s nothing that you can do about it. Because you love them so much.
And then slowly, those trivial things start accumulating. Each day it’s something new.
And you overlook it again. But in your heart, you know that things would just go downhill from there. Because when they messed up, they went down a notch in your heart. And never bothered to do anything to climb back again. And they went down and down.
And you’re left to wonder, is this it?
You don’t even have the heart to go back again. And that’s when you realise, you’ve fallen out of love.

The hardest part of love is letting go. And the saddest part of love is letting go.

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एक अरसा हो गया तुझसे मिले हुए. तेरी बातें सुने हुए.
जो मैं पूरी कभी सुन भी ना पाया
कुछ इस तरह मशग़ूल रहा तेरी आँखों में
कि कभी कुछ ऐसा भी ना कह पाया
जो तुझे मुझसे प्यार हो.

ये शायद परसों की ही बात है
जब तू मेरे पास था, मेरे साथ था
माउफ़ हो गया हूँ तेरे इंतज़ार में
वक़्त का ठिकाना मुझे अब रहा नही.

शायद वो दिन मुझे याद ना हो
या क्यूं तू रूठा था उस दिन मुझसे
पर तेरा हर अंदाज़, तेरी आवाज़
आज भी मुंह-ज़बानी याद है.

आज फिरसे तेरी याद आई
तेरी आँखों की चमक, तेरे लबों की हँसी
जिसके हम दीवाने थे
पर ये मुमकिन भी कैसे उसे भुलाना
जिसका नशा कभी सर से उतरा ही नही.

अकसर ये पूछता हूँ मैं खु़द से
या पूछ लूँ ख़ुदा से अगर वो मिल जाए कहीं
तू क्यूँ गया यूँ छोड़ कर मुझको
ऐसा क्या गुनाह किया था मैंने
जो तू मुझे मिला नही?

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Moving on
Came easier than I thought.
My busy hours keep my plate full
All I know is I don't pine for it
As much as I thought I would.
I gave up on old dreams of mine
And for new ones I'm looking still.
But I'm afraid they would just be added
To the pile of dreams left unfulfilled.

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You were my curse
Somehow, also the cure.

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If I could go back in time I would. Unravel the memories that I had so painstakingly woven with love, and so much heart. I was a bright eyed child then, with hopes and wishes still alight.
The memories made in sinful haste, and the memories forged with joyous wonderment-- they're somehow the same to me, marked with bitterness as I look back at them. In just a few turns, they would all be gone. Just like the tiny grains of sand escaping into the little hourglass that number every heartbeat, only to be toppled over, and start again.
Or fast forward into the future, to blissful oblivion.
Oh, how I wish I could travel in time, do anything to escape this horrendous reality.

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In a perfect world you think of me as much as I think of you.
That all you're waiting for is a sign that would show you what you could never bring yourself up to say.

In a perfect world, you love me as much as I love you.

But a perfect world, a love utopia is only a figment of my imagination, as you are of mine. Each word that you never said, and every glance that I misread, all tell me that a perfect world is only real in my dreams.

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I see you
Hand in your hair, smile in your eyes
The joy
Which I wish is there
To see me.

The skip in your steps, the ripple in your laugh
And the sound of your voice
That sends delicious shivers
In me.

The dimple in your cheek, the wind in your hair
That mole on your nose
Adorning your perfectly chiseled face
Your God-like beauty.

I see it all, watching from a distance
Yearning
With all my heart
That you would too
See me
The way I see you.

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