i think if we had met in person
you would have never noticed me
i don’t know why
but i feel you would have looked past me
maybe you would have ignored me too
and maybe, just maybe
i would have never gotten the chance
to hear your voice, to say your name
to know you the way i do now

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i still remember
how we first met - though only virtually
yet i still thank the creator of Vibe
because it was there that i found you
your name, your avatar—just a glimpse
i only meant to talk to you once
but i hesitated, afraid to take the first step
in group chats, i would always say
"i miss you, Aan Baan Shaan"
because i truly did, more than you knew

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इश्क़ में और किसी का नाम न लूँ,
तेरे ही ख्वाबों में खो जाऊँ,
बेहतर है...

चाहे तेरा पता न हो कहीं,
पर तेरी राहों में चलता जाऊँ,
बेहतर है...

तू जिसे चाहे, मैं वही बन जाऊँ,
तू न चाहे, तो खुद को भुला दूँ,
बेहतर है...

तेरी हर ख्वाहिश को अपना मान लूँ,
तेरी हर बात पर कहूँ,
बेहतर है...

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Out of sight, out of mind, you say
Forget me and move on, you pray.
But what exactly should I erase?
The void, the hurt, the hollow space?

Should I forget the times we dreamed
Of moments together, though it never seemed?
The laughter that never reached my ear
The touch I craved but was never near?
The promises whispered, but never kept
The nights awake, while you peacefully slept?

Or should I forget
The fleeting glance you spared my way
The words you spoke just to lead me astray?
The kindness that felt like a fleeting lie
The moments you chose to make me cry?
The way you smiled to hide your games
The way you used my heart without shame?

Should I forget
The times you silenced my call for peace
The moments you made my pain increase?
The way you blocked me like I was none
As if all we had could just be undone?
The bitter words you threw my way
Go away, let this end today.

Should I erase
The times I broke down, thinking of you
The countless nights I begged for truth?
The days you praised me, only to leave
And the false hopes I let myself believe?

So tell me now, what do I forget?
The pain, the love, or the regret?
You moved on while I stood still
Lost in the shadow of your will.

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It wasn’t that you walked away,
It was that you left without a fight,
Without a word, without a glance
Like I was a fleeting shadow in your life’s dim light.

You vowed, with trembling hands in mine,
That no storm would make you leave,
Yet when the winds grew fierce
You chose escape over the strength to believe.

You shattered the "us" we built,
Left the pieces for me to find,
While you walked free
Unburdened, without looking behind.

I held on to memories like fading stars,
Each one burning a hole in my chest,
You smiled in a world where I didn’t exist,
And left me longing for what we once possessed.

You chose the path of ease,
While I drowned in a sea of pain,
Every smile of yours I see now,
Is a mix of joy and disdain.

For it’s no longer for me
That curve of your lips, that warmth in your eyes,
It’s a reminder of promises broken,
And a love built on lies.

I carried the weight of your silence,
The echo of words left unsaid,
While you forged a new path ahead,
I stayed in the ruins where we bled.

You promised forever but gave me fleeting,
You said love, but it felt like retreating,
Left with nothing but the sound of your footsteps,
And the haunting rhythm of my heart beating.— % &Now I ask myself, was it love you felt,
Or convenience disguised as care?
For if love was true, you would’ve stayed,
But you vanished into the thin air.

I’m here still, picking up pieces,
Of a puzzle that no longer fits,
Each shard cuts deeper than the last,
But in the pain, my strength persists.

I’ll rise from this sorrow,
Though your shadow lingers near,
I’ll learn to love the light again,
Even if it takes another year.

You left, yes, but you also taught me,
That love is more than empty words and vows,
It’s a fight, a choice, a promise kept—
Not what you gave, but what I now allow.— % &

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ख़ामोशियों के बीच कोई गुफ़्तगू करे
दर्द की चीख़ से ज़रा रु-ब-रू करे

काग़ज़ पे क़ैद लफ़्ज़ों में जान ढाल दे
अपने जुनूँ को फिर से नए रंग दू करे

तन्हाईयों में दिल का भटकना लाज़मी
शायद किसी ख़याल से फ़ासला रफू करे

इश्क़ की राह में तो नफ़रत भी साथ थी
इस दिल की बेहिसी पे कोई गुमान क्यूँ करे

ख़ुद से लड़ा हूँ बरसों, ख़ुदी के सामने
अब हार जाऊँ ख़ुद से, ये आरज़ू करे

किसको है फ़िक्र मेरी, किसे ख़्याल है
बस मैं ही हूँ जो दिल को हर रोज़ सुकू करे

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The Weight of Misunderstanding
Part II: When Love Becomes a Battlefield

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The Weight of Love and Betrayal - Story Of A Man Who Loved Too Much And Got Betrayed

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सारे मसले, सारे झगड़े, हल हो सकते थे,
अगर मेरे महबूब की चाहतें सच्ची होतीं।
चाहता तो थाम लेता वो बिखरते रिश्तों को,
मेरे आँसुओं की वजह में भी वो राहत होती।

जख्म थे छोटे, मगर नजरअंदाज उसने किया,
चाहता तो मोहब्बत से हर दर्द मिटा सकता था।
हर खामोशी के पीछे था एक जवाब मेरा,
वो सुन लेता तो शायद रिश्ता बचा सकता था।

ख्वाब टूटे नहीं, बस उसे जोड़ना न आया,
मेरी कोशिशें अधूरी थीं, पर इरादा तो था।
चाहत होती तो सब ठीक कर देता वो,
मैं अब भी कहता हूँ, रिश्ता मेरा प्यारा तो था।

वो चाहता तो बन जाता वो मरहम मेरा,
हर शिकवे, हर शिकायत को मिटा सकता था।
सच कहूँ, मसले हल हो जाते बिन लड़े,
बस वो थोड़ा सा झुकता, तो मैं भी सुलह कर सकता था।

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Real love blooms when facades fall apart,
Not in perfection, but a flawed beating heart.
It’s in the shadows where truth takes its place,
In stories unspoken, in tears on their face.

It isn’t the sparkle, nor the beauty we see,
But the scars they’ve carried through life’s stormy sea.
For love isn’t polished, nor shiny and new,
It’s raw, it’s imperfect, but still feels so true.

You’ll know it’s real when they bare every flaw,
When they crumble and shake, yet stand firm in awe.
When silence is heavy, but you choose to stay,
Love isn’t a fairy tale; it’s tested each day.

So ask yourself deeply when you say you care,
Do you love them broken, or when they seem rare?
Is it their essence you hold close and adore,
Or the illusion you painted, a dream to explore?

Love isn't an idea; it’s heavy, it’s real,
It’s embracing the chaos, the pain they conceal.
To love isn’t fixing, it’s holding their hand,
It’s building a life on imperfect land.

So strip off the layers, let honesty reign,
If their darkness remains, will your love still remain?
For love is much more than the beauty you see,
It’s accepting their flaws, and setting them free.

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