#mohobbat

All these people think love's for show,

प्यार...

प्यार बसंत है, मासूमियत है, जोश है, बचपना है, नादानी है,सावन की पहली बारिश है, सुबह की जवानी है, शाम की चाय है। प्यार, वो पहला एहसास है जो दिल को खुश सा कर जाता है।

और मोहब्बत ?

मोहब्बत, जनाब, यह वो है जो ठहराव है, जो रात के तमस जैसी गहरी है, जिसमे समझ भी है और जोश भी, इसमें सागर का सुकून है, और आसमान की आज़ादी भी। यह मोहब्बत वो है जो दिल को जज़्बात, ठहराव, और गहरियां दे जाती है।

तो फ़िर इश्क़ क्या है ?

जो प्यार और मोहब्बत के परे जाकर होता है ना, उसको इश्क़ कहते हैं। यह हर टूटे दिल को होता है, और जब होता है ना तो बहुत ज़बरदस्त होता है।

_सोबिया।

Why am I so numb rn?

my heart is hurting!! Idk what to say and what not to....

But it hurtts....

~It's a silent pain that is killing me inside, It gives me a feeling of being abandoned on the land of many...

I have no one with me... I genuinely don't know what to do,where to gooo!!!!

Its kinda mix feeling - both a BLESSING and a CURSE to feel soo soo deeply!!.....but THE ONLY THING I AM CRAVING RIGHT NOW IS NOTHING BUT HIM......

THE ONLY PEACE THAT I CRAVE IN THIS CHAOTIC WORLD IS HIM!!!✨

The only thing I want is him..i miss him...you know I remember his smile... The way he talks ....yk the way he calls me pagal....the way he walked..the way he looks..the way he text..the way he slowly smiles...hushh.....I can't stop thinking about him!! The thought of not talking to him makes my heart hurt!!!...

I still remember the day he came into my life everything drastically changed....... In a better or worse way!.... THE ATTACHMENT MADE IT WORSE.. BUT THE LOVE AND MEMORIES MADE IT BETTER!!!

i dont know that-that little thing that gives me a reason of existing was him!..

You know sometimes..I can feel him, I can feel his existence ik he is not here with me...but I can feel him Near me..! It's exactly not him..but the idea of him being with me.....which gives me the reason of staying!...for staying as long as I can. ...till the LAST BREATH OF MINE..!...

so that AGAIN I Can Feel HIM but this time not by the idea of him but,

HE HIMSELF BEING THIER BESIDE ME....holding my hands..and us making more memories so that if I again get lost in my own land.. THE LAND OF LONELINESS! I can find my own existence through his memories !!!...

~HIS EXISTENCE ASSURES MY EXISTENCE~

kuchh to havā bhī sard thī kuchh thā tirā ḳhayāl bhīdil ko ḳhushī ke saath saath hotā rahā malāl bhī

baat vo aadhī raat kī raat vo puure chāñd kīchāñd bhī ain chait kā us pe tirā jamāl bhī

sab se nazar bachā ke vo mujh ko kuchh aise dekhtāek dafa to ruk ga.ī gardish-e-māh-o-sāl bhī

dil to chamak sakegā kyā phir bhī tarāsh ke dekh leñshīsha-girān-e-shahr ke haath kā ye kamāl bhī

us ko na pā sake the jab dil kā ajiib haal thāab jo palaT ke dekhiye baat thī kuchh muhāl bhī

merī talab thā ek shaḳhs vo jo nahīñ milā to phirhaath duā se yuuñ girā bhuul gayā savāl bhī

us kī suḳhan-tarāziyāñ mere liye bhī Dhaal thiiñus kī hañsī meñ chhup gayā apne ġhamoñ kā haal bhī

gaah qarīb-e-shah-rag gaah ba.īd-e-vahm-o-ḳhvābus kī rafāqatoñ meñ raat hijr bhī thā visāl bhī

us ke hī bāzuoñ meñ aur us ko hī sochte rahejism kī ḳhvāhishoñ pe the ruuh ke aur jaal bhī

shaam kī nā-samajh havā pūchh rahī hai ik patāmauj-e-havā-e-kū-e-yār kuchh to mirā ḳhayāl bhī