She lives in poetries she can't write🌙

Then I remembered when Naseer Turabi said; "Milne ki tarah woh mujhse pal bhar nhi milta, dil usse mila zisse mukaddar nhi milta"

yar bhi rah ki diwar samajhte hain mujhe

main samajhta tha mere yar samajhte hain mujhe

Woh har tarah se lekin auron se tha juda sa.

kya zamana tha ke hum roz mila karte thay

raat bhar chaand ke humrah phira karty thay

jahan tanhayian sar phorh ke so jati hain

in makanon main ajab log raha karte thay

kardia aj zamane ne inhain bhi majbur

kabhi ye log mere dil ki dawa karte thay

dekh kar jo humain chup chap guzar jata hai

kabhi is shakhs ko hum pyaar kia karte thay

itafaqat-e-zamana bhi ajab hain Nasir

aj wo dekh rahy hain jo suna karte thay

-Nasir Kazmi

“ you reside in every heart, if you condescend, the whole world will treat me as a dear friend. ”

I was created to be destroyed, meeting you was merely an excuse.

Once you reach a certain age, life just becomes a process of continuous loss in which man loses one thing after another, and the people we love fade away one by one.