So engrossed was she in pleasing others ...
That she was lost.
She was lost in thoughts ...
Thoughts unpenned ...
She was lost ...
Thoughts were lost.
Words lost to her ...
Feelings lost ...
She was lost in her own World...
Away from all thoughts one day.
They said, she is lost...
She turned around and gave a blank lost look.
#GoFigure
The pain that can't be explained...
The ache that kills silently...
The feelings that go numb...
The living death that one experiences...
A life unfathomed by anyone...
Yes, that is what kills everything...
Everything that you desire,
Everything that you deserve...
Yet, you can't ask for it ...
For you are born to sacrifice...
You are silenced with an unwritten oath...
Because you are a woman...
A woman that leads ...
A woman who shouldn't express her feelings...
Because feelings show her weakness...
So she must internalize her pain...
She must show a brave face to the world...
She has to be the very epitome of strength and sacrifice...
She must go on with a smile pasted on her lips...
She must endure her pain ...
The dull ache that kills.
They made some memories...
Both together...
In their togetherness they created a world...
A wonderful world of love ...
Just the two of them...
They made memories.
The old paths of yesteryears forgotten bylanes covered...
Galis and mohallas revisited...
Memories uncovered to make new memories...
Strained moments...
Melodies played...
Memories rekindled.
Yes, they made memories...
Long forgotten love ...
All but newly effected...
A new lane of memories created...
A new path to forge ahead.
Mohabbat thi ...
Beintehaa thi...
Uss Mohabbat ke kaside likhe jaate thei...
Uss Mohabbat ki misaal di jaati thi...
Waqt ki aisi aandhi chali ...
Ki usski Mohabbat bant gayi...
Gharonda tinka tinka ho gaya...
Sab kuchh bikhar gaya...
Aaj bhi woh apne Ghar ke tinke bator rahi hai ...
Aaj bhi woh Ghar ko jod rahi hai ...
Waqt guzar gaya...
Waqt badal Gaya ...
Par ab bhi kuchh nahi badla ...
Wohi zaalim zamaana ...
Wohi taane ...
Wohi khusfusahat ...
Wohi Dil ko cheer Dene wali paini nazrain...
Phir log kehte Hein...
Woh har kisi se kyun nahi milti ...
Kaise bataaye woh zakhm...
Jo aaj bhi nasoor Hein...
Aaj bhi chubhte Hein...
Mohabbat thi...
Woh marrti nahin ...
Buss ek ghaav ban Kar reh gayi hai...
