Muhabbat dariyaa ki tarah hoti hai
Na khud pyaasi rehti hai
Na kisiko pyaasa rehne deti hai
Every time he says, He is not good enough
He has no clue how freaking charming that makes him look in my eyes
Toh apne humare haar muqarar kar rakhi hai
Warna kya hum kam hare hue hain
You can opt to articulate or stay tough-tied
It doesn't matter!
Your's is the voice, I will still choose to hear before I drift off to sleep every night...
The worst kind of fight is when you have to fight your own self.
You defend yourself and you also prove yourself wrong.
You provide logic and you yourself say how illogical.
You deny, you defy and reject.
You accept, you approve and surrender.
You make a mockery of your own self!
You contradict what your heart asserts.
You challenge your sense of belonging.
And you lose your own ground.
Your heart doesn’t want any validation, your brain asks for reasoning.
Your heart advocates a feelings and the same are not endorsed by your brain.
You justify what you heart feels, your brain condemns every bit of it.
You protest between what feels right and what should be.
What a battle it is, to l...
Mohabbat tumse nahi, tumhari awaz se hui
Dekhte ho tum duniya ko jis tarah, us andaaz se hui
Anjaane mai hum mohabbat kar baithe Shayad dekh liye humne usay jisay tum chupaye baithe ho
Warna bina mile bina dekhe bhi koi mohabbat karta hai
Kisi pe aisay bhi koi marta
Ho tum ziddi, dimag se garam aur dil say naram
Jo har baat ko mehsoos kiya karta hai
Lekin zuban pe laane se darta
Phir jo mehsoos kiya unn jazbaat ko lafzon se nahi, likhke bayaan karta hai
Aur hum to thahre lafzon ka ghulam
Jo tum likhte ho wohi hum jee jaate hain
Sari kainaat tumhare alfaaz mai paa jaate hain
Woh jo pehli baar milege humse
Na jaane kya haal hoga mera
Ya toh hum sab bol jayenge
Ya toh chup ho jayenge
Mere dil aur dimaag mai jung chhidi hai
Jeete jo bhi, haar toh meri he hai.
Tere Jaane pe jo beeti hai mujh pe
Na main khud ka raha
Na duniya ka
Silhouette of an unmade bed..
Chirping of the birds in the morning..
Warmth of your soul around me..
A perfect cup of coffee..
And a good book to read..
What else would you ask for?
I tried to love logically but it doesn't make any sense.
Meeting you was finding the meaningful senselessness of my hopeless nonexistent soul.
With You, I found Me!
in the same moment,
that's what love is.
To the guy who broke my heart, ripped my soul and took away my every chance of being happy.
I wish tonight, I could tell you how terribly I miss you...
Just to feel your love one last time, I'm ready to be broken, ripped and torn by you.
Come, make me whole again then shatter me into pieces that cant be mended ever again.
I stopped asking questions.
The answers are getting scarier every day.
Your love is deep-rooted in my soul.
It can't be plucked out, its too late now.
My soul was non-existent to the world, you are the only one to get through to me.
I was invisible all these years, with you I exist.
And if you ever succeed to detach yourself from me. I will be hollow, empty and deserted like an inhabited house.
Your exit means death!
Be the air i breathe, let me live, I plead!
Kashmir was home for me. My safe haven, a place where I felt comfort and peace. I usually will call it my Jannat (heaven).
And when they say;
Home is a not a place, it is a feeling, it is a person whose presence makes you feel you are home, just by hearing their voice you feel at peace and who's thoughts comfort you.
You have become that one person for me!
You are my Kashmir
26 April 2019
You want to starve me
For your voice
For your words
That’s how you want to feed your ego hah?
If that adds to your eminence, then be it that way.
Let me starve to death!