Kaatib-e-zindagi kya bayaan kare? Ki karz me har shae hai... Har ashk ka bhi hisaab maangti ye aakhen hai... Kaise batae inhe ki tere ishq ki keemat ashkon ke zariye aaj bhi adaa kar rahe hai...
If I gift you a beautiful diary to write your thoughts on it...What will you do??
I will never write anything in that diary...
Huhh...But why???
Because when I write my thoughts,My words BLEED....Every single word is capable of destroying anyone's "peace of mind..." And I don't want that beautiful diary be the Victim of my bleeding words...
Lisa-"Words from the loved ones have the power to mend the broken hearts,to heal the wounded souls,& words from loved ones also have the powerβ to murder,can cut ones heart,can pierce into ones soul......."
Your texts pleaded me not to scroll up and touch them again.All those 1000 memoirs which were never created to get destroyed showed mercy on me.It was fun looking at your pictures until the tear fell on the screen.How the wind stopped and the flower never bloomed again when i burned myself just like our memories. π
When the heart bleeds let it bleed words on to paper, Let it wash away the hurt then help you heal. For ink stains on paper, are better than scars that mark the skin.
You.. You are- the poem imagined Not experienced yet.. The bliss I soul shatteringly miss; Which I cannot even guess.. this cruelty of destiny I can't even curse.. Ironically it saves my heart from the worse..
You- are both the boon and bane of my heart One with an ending, but not a Start...
Why.. Why is it You..the You that I suffer so.. That line of sanity I always pledge, but hardly ever toe.. You..yeah You be happy wherever you are.. Maybe it's my fate to love from afar..
And though unfair..
I will accept this game Zero Sum, Akin to the destiny of Stars and the Sun- You.. for me will always be the One!