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My birds are waiting for the feeder to be filled , my plants to be watered.
The sand in the hourglass has fallen. It’s time to let go.
In the silent chambers of your soul, the deadliest battles will be fought. Deadliest for they’ll be you against you. Sometimes you’ll lose but oh, you’ll never win.
The tales of these battles will be yours – all alone to not cherish. You are the villain, you’re the survivor. Darkness will descend on the fought grounds and your soul will be destroyed bit by bit.
The darkness that you thought was gone returns. Like an old, loyal friend. It sinks, only deeper than you thought.
Welcome the old you. The possibility is only one – to let the soul escape out if it’s cage into a deeper darkness.
Muhabbat Ab Nahi Hogi….!
Sitarey Jo Damaktey Hain
Kisi ki Cash’may Hairaan Main
Mulaqatain Jo Hoti Hain
Jamal e ‘abr’ o ‘baraan Main
Ya Na Abad Waqtoon Main
Dil e ‘Nashaad Main Hogi
Muhabbat Ab Nahi Hogi
Yea Kuch Din Bad Main Hogi
Guzar Jaein Gay Jab Yea Din
Yea Un ki Yaad Main Hogi
Muhabbat Ab Nahi Hogi……!!
My other self (Rukh-e-Aina) 