#barfi

Never enough, never seen, never loved, never heard. Sacrificed to the devil. Free labor. No mental peace, no sense of self. Selfish if spoke up. Third parent. Forgotten.

I won't regret this, right? Mom?

Screaming internally just to be heard.

Too tied up in thinking what society would term as "right" than to ever listen to what I truly want.

Life lives in the space between pain and meaning. Too much joy can become hollow, and too much sorrow can become unbearable. So here we are, somewhere in the middle, gripping a frayed rope with tired hands, still trying to live. And perhaps that’s what makes us alive.

Na Harf kharch ham karenge,

Nazar ki syaahi se likhenge,

Ras na aaya rehna dur, kya kijiye...

Dil keh raha usse mukammal kar bhi aao

Woh jo adhuri si baat baaki hai