Something I just felt...

  

'Agr mein zindagi hu to tum mout ka wo khauf ho jo hr wqt meri zaat se jura rehta hai.Aur agr mein mout hu to tum hayaat ki wo umeed ho jo lamha lmha mere be-jaan wajood mein dhrkti hai.Meri uljhi hui shamo mein tum rooh ki wo tishngi ho jis ne meri thmi hui sanso ki dor ko khud se baandh rkha hai.Na mein bhag skto hu,na mein ruk skti hu.Tum ne mere gird ik hisaar bna rkha hai jis mein mei girftaar ho chuki hu.Mein is giraft mein jitna khud ko bebas mehsus krti hu utni hi ik lazzat se ashnai hoti jati hai.Na mein bhaag skti hu,na mein ruk skti hu.Mein apny marqd mein bohat khush hu.Ik lamhy ko agr mein marti hu to dusray hi pal mein jee uthti hu.Mein yha tanha hu agr is baat ka matum kru to bohat se dill ik sath roty hain.Phir mein is dard mein ik khubsurti mehsus krti hu.Ik saath mehsus krti hu.Un dilo k mere saath tarpny se ik sohbt mehsus krti hu aur mein jee uthti hu!Jb ik aansu k sath bohat se aansu behty hain to mere ashk thm jaty hain.Mera ehsaas-e-tanhaai thum jata hai.Mgr mitta nahi.Kyunki na mein bhaag skti hu na ruk skti hu.'

Why we assume ourselves with the lie that we're moving on when we're still tangled in the past.Or maybe that has become the part of my personality.After all,what is the past is the prologue.