My own prison.
A court is in session,
A verdict is in.
Just my own sin that I loved.
The cage made of steel.
Alone I drop and kneel.
My breath the only motion around.
My face showing no motion.
My skin begins to burn.
So I held my head up high.
Hiding hate, that burns inside.
I feel the pain,
that was given by love.
I am out from sun.
A sun that shines only for some.
I cry out to God.
Seeking only his decision.
I have created my own prison.
I still love you
with all of the
little pieces of my
broken heart.
Lovely View of Pain
Thinking of all the pain,
you are going through,
Looking at your picture,
and what a lovely view.
bohat chahti hai mujhe, par iqrar nahi karti
woh pagal hai ya nadan, kyun izhar nahi karti
English mein kehti hai “I LOVE YOU”
Urdu mein kehti hai ” MEIN TUM SE PYAR NAHI KARTI”
Yes, I still love you.
Yes, I still care about you.
Yes, I still think about you.
But no, I don’t want you back.
Sometimes it’s better to keep silent
than to tell others what you feel
because it will only hurts you
when you know they can hear you
but they can’t understand.
Kehte Hain
waqt se phle aur Kismat K bina
Kisi Ko Kuch milta nhi,
Affsos!
UnKe paas waqt nhi,
Hamare pass Kismat nahi…!!
Love and Death
are two uninvited guests
When will they come..?
no body knows
but
both have similar effects
One takes the Heats
and
Other takes its beat.
A LOVELY FACT:
Nobody in the world
can have a crystal clear HEART
Because everyone’s HEART
has some scratches scribbled by their DEAR ONES.
The hardest goodbyes are the ones
that are never explained and never said
but heart knows it is over.
