Pieces of a Broken Heart
Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai ki dil tootne ki sabse buri baat aansu nahi hote.
Sabse buri baat ye hoti hai ki ek din tum hansna bhool jaate ho. Logon ke beech baithe hote ho, phir bhi andar ek ajeeb si khamoshi chal rahi hoti hai. Har cheez normal dikhai deti hai, bas tum normal nahi rehte.
Main har raat
apni yaadon ko
sulane ki koshish karti hoon.
Par yaadein bhi ajeeb hoti hain...
Jitna bhoolna chaho,
utni hi zor se
darwaza khatkhatati hain.
Kuch log jaate waqt
sirf haath nahi chhodte,
woh jeene ka tareeka bhi
saath le jaate hain.
Us din mujhe samajh aaya ki mohabbat sirf kisi ko paana nahi hoti. Kabhi kabhi mohabbat ka matlab kisi ke chale jaane ke baad bhi uske liye bura na soch paana hota hai. Shayad isi ko sachcha pyaar kehte hain... ya shayad bewakoofi.
Dil ne uska intezaar
aakhri baar bhi kiya tha.
Uske baad...
sirf waqt ka.
Dear Me,
Agar aaj bhi tujhe uski yaad aati hai, to khud se nafrat mat kar. Pyaar galti nahi tha. Bas galat jagah tha. Aur ek din tu ye baat bina roye maan lega.
Shayad healing ka matlab
sab kuch bhool jaana nahi hota.
Shayad healing ka matlab
sirf itna hota hai...
ki kisi ka naam sun kar
dil pehle jaisa na dukhne lage.








