They abused me, saying, I can't love you as their religion was better than the one specified by your name. So now, when they ask me my religion, I tell them your name.
पूछते है हमसे वो दिल दुखाने बाली बात कि करते हो तुम क्यू हर किसी से बात , अरे हमने भी तो ज़िंदगी का समय बिताना है तेरे एक बादे के लिए कब तक आंखों को यू तरसना है
Koi ni jata kisi ke sath Vaqt ke sath sb bhul jate h Kuch ni h kisi bhi bade ko todne me Bs agr wo sachhe dil se na kiya ho Nhi to ek teesh bn jayegi dil me kahi Jo mout aane tk ghao bn kr rahega Jhute baado se acha bat ko khul ke batana h Nahi to ane bala har roj use bulne me bitana h
You know they say, Anything you practice hard, soon becomes a habit. And this hard habit of loving you has become like breathing. How can anyone get rid of it! Can I?
We lost when we agreed on a similar ending to our tale of the raging fire and the innate calm. Our story, beloved, was never meant to have an ending. You enticed me in and I gave you my all, but there you are. Bereft of love, of care, of calm.