@_Secretwriter89 You know… that day when I was drinking green tea, I actually wrote a little poetry. Don’t even know in whose memory I wrote it—maybe I was just in a bad mood, pouring my feelings out on paper. I always dedicate my poems and ghazals to someone, writing their name under it… but this time, I couldn’t figure out who it belongs to. Maybe I should just dedicate it to myself, lol.
Still, I thought of sharing it with you, because maybe you’ll understand what my heart was trying to say better than I do. And who knows… maybe deep down, it was meant for you all along.
Mere ander khamoshi hai, lafzon se bhi bhari,
Seene me toofan hai, jo kisi ne na suni.
Din me muskurata hoon, andar se bikhar jata,
Bas teri baahon me dil apna sukoon paata.
Na jawab chahiye, na waadon ki baat,
Bas ek dil jo rahe, rang ho ya raat.
Jo meri khamoshi ke peeche sab jaan le,
Meri rooh ke zakhmon ko apni nigahon se maan le.
And tell me one thing… how am I supposed to dedicate anything to you when you won’t even tell me your name? Isn’t it a little cruel… that a simple, innocent guy who cares for you this much can’t even know something as small as your name? Do you really call this love?
