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Love is not like a movie. It’s like a series of short films, each having its own start, middle & end. The thing that’s the easiest is sharing your story. The more tragic it is, the more people love it. People choose their favourite and move on. But the actual two in the story, sadly, never had a choice. They are merely shuttering frames of timeline. A timeline they never knew could be finite. Store it like a DVD on a shelf, like your favourite movie; you could revisit anytime… But you know the thing right? We never tend to rewatch them as often. We fear we might not like it as much as we loved it the first time.

When you are young, you believe that there will be many people with whom you'll connect with deeply. Later in life, you come to realize that it only happens a few times. A few moments frozen in genuine beauty where you look at someone and you know from a place deep within yourself that they are going to mean something to you. They are rare when it comes to this kind of connection. It's important to understand that energy cannot be created nor destroyed. If the depth is there, it cannot be denied,it cannot slip from your fingers,it cannot be something you could successfully run away from. You can try to dismiss it, you can try to stay protected and hidden from the warth, but it always catches up to you. And if it's not meant to fit in the soul of you, if it's simply not your love to hold, no amount of bargaining with your heart will anchor it. That is the beauty of discovering the things that stay, the things that fall into place.If you have found human beings like this I hope you protect them and risk your heart for what you feel.

Aaye kuch abr, kuch sharaab aaye; uske baad aaye jo azaab aaye.

I dug up my skin, to find the wires they had hid in me, but all i saw was flesh.

kar raha tha gum-e-jahan ka hisaab; aaj tum yaad behisaab aaye.

A kiss can destroy your philosophy.

I wish to see her again and i wish that my wish never gets fulfilled

I like to think of it as it was something so beautiful it can't be expressed in words and makes your heart ache because of that.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

I was the light they got attracted to from afar, I was the fire they were afraid of from close.

I left a metaphor on your lips, you could see your fantasies coming into life. I wished for the time to stop and you to stay. But you see, you and I, we are mere slaves to our destiny.

I've been looking to understand love and explain it hopefully.But where do I start? with all the questions or the answers? All I know about love is that it's the most beautiful thing in the world with ugliest consequences.That there is no pleasure quite like it & neither a pain worse. But is it love that reaches me with open arms to catch me before I fall or is it love that makes the fall easier to take? To submit, to let go, to fall hopelessly but with a smile. Perhaps it's the ray of sunlight that reaches me when I prefer the room dark, with closed doors & curtains pulled. Or the moon that peaks at me following my car, assuring that no matter how dark the night is he'll be there making it a bit more sufferable. Is it her love for me doesn't let me go insane or my love for her that does? Is it the light at the end of the tunnel or is it the tunnel itself? Is it the fire that warmths me or the one that burns within? Perhaps it's no where and everywhere, in everything and nothing at all. Perhaps it's me & my stupid little heart. Perhaps it's me afterall.

Isn't it vague, happiness in a straight line? It's more like a canvas all splattered with wine.