Usey khoney ke baad bhi , usey khoney ka dar laga rehta hai.Yeh na poocho judai ke baad bhi usey kyun dil laga rehta hai.Muflisi mein bhi uski yaadein muqummal kar jati hai mera jahaan,kaise bataoon unhe ki unkey ehsaas unke na hone pad bhi sukoon de jati hai.
what i want from you is exactly what i hate about you, and what you like about me is exactly what i fake all the time .the feeling of love is all about how well we airbrush just like the politicians who get use to their illusionary life ,every time they look in the mirror they smile n say''that’s not me!''
today i found some memories scattered in many forms in d wet desert,the complex dreams n their journey,evenings lost in mundane thoughts and unheard stories told by the speechless souls....wid all dis treasures m not sure of where to go.