is ek Dar se ḳhvāb dekhtā nahīñ jo dekhtā huuñ maiñ vo bhūltā nahīñ kisī muñDer par koī diyā jilā phir is ke ba.ad kyā huā patā nahīñ maiñ aa rahā thā rāste maiñ phuul the maiñ jā rahā huuñ koī roktā nahīñ tirī taraf chale to umr kaT ga.ī ye aur baat rāsta kaTā nahīñ is azhdahe kī aañkh pūchhtī rahī kisī ko ḳhauf aa rahā hai yā nahīñ maiñ in dinoñ huuñ ḳhud se itnā be-ḳhabar maiñ bujh chukā huuñ aur mujhe patā nahīñ ye ishq bhī ajab ki ek shaḳhs se mujhe lagā ki ho gayā huā nahīñ
The saddest kind of sad is when you don't know what are you sad about?
The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry, and smile and say, "No I'm happy for you"? Thats when it's really sad