As if i lived in a matrix… In a world with ‘1’s and 0’s’ In a world where every question had and answer, everything had a cause.. The world though was deprived of colours… Deprived of scents.. Deprived of giggles.. A world that tasted bland yet fulfilled my apetite for happiness… Or at least what i though happiness was… Then comes the virus of emotions… It introduces ‘maybes’ , ‘what if’ and ‘I don’t knows’. It also brings colour and makes me see… It brings music to make me dance to.. It also brings smiles ‘the kind that gets you stoned.’ it gets you addicted to love.. Yet!! Sadly it revolves.. Revolves at a pace that you fail to keep up.. It crashes around you as u witness.. And you are introduced to tears and the concept of pain.. And that’s not the saddest thing.. What’s sadder?? Is that now you know what being happy feels like … and you are in a constant search … Of one mere smile, one mere glance or an escape to reduce everything to nothing.. Yet you fail to realise that blood also carries a colour… And darkness isn’t just nothing it carries a music within… And its impossible to create everything if you don’t know the value of being nothing at all…
You are not gonna forget but every next morning its gonna hurt a little less until the day it doesn’t hurt at all.. and that’s when u decide either to keep the good parts about it and be happy or punish urself by holding on to the things that hurt. 😇
Alot happened after you went away.. i lost sanity, happiness and the ability to love in one moment and i also lost my words.. i tried to find all those but i would push me closer to the horrors i had then i ever was … i gave up on myself and started sinking… lost sleep over one thing in my life .. still talk about that one person.. People told me i was no longer the person they saw and i saw the same every night i have fallen asleep staring at me right in the face… for what its worth i am sorry i took ur flowers, but know this.I didn’t plant them here … i was supposed to cherish them for life but caught on fire with the same doom that burnt my home to ashes… now i have ‘settled’ here in slums.. with a broken glass to drink at sorrows and with the same ghosts staring at me and i have realised why people do just settle.
اب میں کیوں تجھ کو یاد کرتا ہوں جب ترے شہر سے گزرتا ہوں گو زمانہ تری محبت کا ایک بھولی ہوئی کہانی ہے تیرے کوچے میں عمر بھر نہ گئے ساری دنیا کی خاک چھانی ہے لذت وصل ہو کہ زخم فراق جو بھی ہو تیری مہربانی ہے کس تمنا سے تجھ کو چاہا تھا کس محبت سے ہار مانی ہے اپنی قسمت پہ ناز کرتا ہوں جب ترے شہر سے گزرتا ہوں