Lying is a magnificent art
You lie that you love me
I lie back by saying I know
Contd below..-
Your touch is
fun no more,
wish I could
show you
the joy of
proximity.
But this
hug is a
secret keeper
my love!-
Love today often seems like a fleeting confession passed through intermediaries, a mere exchange of words without depth or commitment. Saying, "Tell her that I like her; I want to talk to her," feels transactional, as if love is just an announcement rather than an enduring emotion. But true love is different. It is not always spoken, not always shared—it is something that lives quietly in the heart, sometimes for years, sometimes for a lifetime. Real love does not always seek acknowledgment; it exists in silent devotion, in the unspoken feelings that persist through time, in the way a person cherishes another without expecting anything in return. It is not about declarations—
it is about constancy, depth,
and an unshakable presence
that words can never fully capture!✨-
Ek umar se pehle, Aqal ka aana bhi dekha hai maine
Saans rukti thi jinke jaane se, unka jaana bhi dekha hai maine-
"I need you"
A permanent lie you used
For your temporary existence!-
And when she left me
I was lost in all her lies.
So much so that I thought
Her leaving me was also one.
Like she'd turn back next day
And laugh at my miserable face
And tell me it was all a lie too.
A prank, she always pulls on me.
But turned out that was the only truth.
-
Haseen safar hota, toh ek haseen Qissa hum bhi likh jaate
Ek tere waade pe na jaate, toh hum bhi hum reh jaate-
On a lazy, busy autumn afternoon,
wednesday in the calendar,
I'll skip my work to meet you.
Sit next to me, with a cup
of tea in your hand.
Tell me
a lie.
A lie that you cherish, a lie that
you stash
Tell me a lie and I'll call it Love.-