yaar, matlab samjho na, I was cleaning out my closet and found an old diary—so many memories of things I just never shared, like that trip nobody even asked about, और अब सब बस एक कागज़ के टुकड़े की तरह लगते हैं, कोई समझता नहीं.
sometimes i think about that old guitar collecting dust in the corner because it reminds me of the summer i spent teaching myself to play, but now i just feel too disconnected to pick it up again even though that was the one thing that made me feel alive back then.
sometimes i hear my mom's words echoing in my head like an unwanted soundtrack, especially when i mess up, and i just wish i could hit rewind, but it never stops playing no matter how many years pass.
sometimes i hear my mom's words echoing in my head like an unwanted soundtrack, especially when i mess up, and i just wish i could hit rewind, but it never stops playing no matter how many years pass.
कोई समझता नहीं कि मुझे उसके बिना कितना अकेला लग रहा है - लोगों का कहना है कि यह ईश्वर की इच्छा थी, पर मेरा दिल तोड़कर जाना जैसे कुछ मतलब ही नहीं रखता। कभी कभी लगता है जैसे सब कुछ खुदा के हाथों में नहीं था, शायद मैं भी कुछ कर सकता था।