It could reveal my tornsoul...

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Jab bicharna hi tha,
Toh milaya hi kyun?

Jab rulana hi tha,
Toh hasaya hi kyun?

Jab mohobbat ko dafnana hi tha,
Toh jashan- e-ishq ka eylaan kiya ki kyun?

Jab wada todna hi tha,
Toh bharosa dilaya hi kyun?

Jab pass rehna hi nahi tha,
Toh kareeb aaye hi kyun?

Jab iss panne ko jalana hi tha,
Toh isse likha hi kyun?

Akhir jab sawalon ke jawab dene hi nahi thae,
Tum laute hi kyun?

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Sawal ye nahi,
Ki kon mere saath chalega,

Mere pair thak jaye toh,
Kon mere intezaar mein waqt ki numayish karega?

Sawal ye nahi,
Ki kon mere liye ladega,

Main kamzoor pad jau toh,
Kon meri himmat banega?

Sawal ye nahi,
Ki kon mere jazbaaton ko samjhega,

Main khamosh ho jau toh,
Kon gale lagakar meri aankhon ko padhlega ?

Sawal ye nahi ki,
Kon muje pyaar karega ,

Meri laakh galtiyon ko maaf kar,
Kon mujhse behinteehaan mohobbat karega?

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Kuch ehsaas mitaaye nahi mittae
Shayad isliye kehte hai zasbaat sambhal kar pirone chahiye.

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You are one of that chapter of my life who is at the verge of its end....
Now that if we have been this far together lets just count it at torned pages of life!!!!¡¡¡¡¡¡

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Muntazir toh aap ab bhi ho aur kal bhi thae,
Magar isbar muktalif ki baat ye hai janab,
Ab aap mayassar nahi, aur mohobbat apki mafroor nahi.

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Every time you break my trust, I prepare to leave

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Aj arson baad maine kalam uthaya hai
Teri yaadon ne jo aj hume phirse sataya hai

Teri baaton ko hum apni likhawat mein badalte gye
Hume khabar tak na raha

Shayad ek tarfa pyar ho gya tha
Jo khuda ko kubul na hua!

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तुझे तेरी जीत मुबारक

जश्न तो मेरी हार😢 का होगा।

जीतते तो काफ़ी लोग लेकिन शायद हम

सा कोई हारा होगा 😐

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It's 1:30 in the clock. Nonvocal and hideous , drops of water dripping mixed with your blood washed scars. Crying hard in the bathroom, she reach the knob to increase the flow, her heavy screams are inaudible now. Torned lingerie sidelined and half hanging. Every inch of her body was red, cuts here and there. Trying umpteenth vague attempts to erase the touch of her man, who is sleeping peacefully with his wedded wife. Betrayal from the person who was the reason behind of her whole existence crumpled her. After hours of self torment she came out all wet, stinging pain all over her body and fell with a thud in the ground. Before she grabbed her pills, something caught her eye; her medical reports. With all the left over energy she opened the envelope to only find another mute death - "Leukemia stage II". No pain, no tears all still. She took out her dairy for one last time and penned - " Maybe not all hearts are lucky to live."

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