Pata nahi

10:50:00 PM

Kuch To Tanhayi Ka Ehsas Mujhe Kam Hoga
Mere Saaye Se Agar Mujhko Mila De Koi

Weird times, weird people, weird life... or maybe too much use of the word weird just to belong to this world... I say, I yell, I speak... and then I turn my self in... In the custody of silence... SSHHHH am not uttering a single word... just hear my silence screaming out...

Bin tayray ayy zindagi, mujhey dar lagta hai... khamoshi mai jeeta houn, tanhai pasand karta houn... kistoun kistoun mai mar raha houn, roz lagta hai yeh... is liye mujh ko apni zindagi say nafrat hai...

I turn to you, I give my hand not for you to hold it, just for you to see how cold it is... But I wish that you'd see my eyes once again... and see the coldness in me... Yeh Teri Zulfein Teri Aankhen... Uff Yeh Tera Pair Hai... Aur Khushboo Se Mehekta Hua... Yeh Gora Sa Badan... Jaanta Hoon Mein Lekin... Lekin kuch nahi...

I manipulate the world around me, the same way I manipulate pictures... Just to see how real it still remains... Strange thing it is hai na? I mean life... How a single thing effects and at times even when your world crashes you don't feel a thing... And you know what? I call that state INDIFFERENCE... so maybe I am indifferent... hold a blade in your hand and cut me... I swear I won't even make a single sound... or show pain... not because I love the blood coming out of me but because it will somehow give me pleasure to see that am alive...

I wish my words reach to you... Tukdo Tukdo Mein Mujhse... Roz Milne Wale Sun... Just hear out what I have to say... Jab Mukammal Nahin Milna... To Koi Khwaab Na Bun... Tanha Tanha Hoon Mein... Mujhe Teri Zaroorat Hai...

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