unconfessed: A tale of unspoken devotion
Mausami Yeh Preet Nahi, Woh Jo Beet Jaaye,
Door Hi Sahi Hum Dono Par Hai Nahi Paraye
Jaise Sadiyon Se Hi Milte Nahi Chaand Taare
Fir Bhi Aasmaan Mein Lagte Dono Kitne Pyare
Yeh Toh Jaane Saari Duniya,
Jaagi Saari Saari Ratiyaan,
Taaron Bhari Kaari Akhiyaan⋆. 𐙚 ˚
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
"Perhaps our love's an incomplete refrain,
A half-written sonnet, with a missing strain,
A story unfinished, with a narrative unspun,
A heart that beats, yet a love that's never won.
Maybe in another life, our hearts will entwine,
And we'll meet again, in a love that's truly divine,
But for now, it's impossible, for you're gone from sight,
Leaving me with just these words, and a longing that's endless night,
Yet, in the fragments, our love will forever stay,
A half-written story, in the heart's own way, forever unbroken."
☪︎ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･❂
In phone call~
"Long distance sucks," she sighed,
"Apan dono mil bhi nhi paarhe," she said.
"Haina, I wish hum milte, Ghumte aur maze karte" he replied.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : - ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ - : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
She gazed at the moon, her heart's desire,
"I wish hum utne he long distance mein hote,
Jitne hote the," she whispered,
wishing they had confessed their love, now forever lost in the dark,
hoping the moon would whisper her deepest devotion to his soul,
And keep it alive, until they meet again in the next life.
✯¸.•'*¨'*•✿ ✿•*'¨*'•.¸✯.・。.・゜✭・.
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