roshii

چوٹ ایسی لگی دل کو کہ پھر مسکرانا بھول گئے

“We used to smile over the little joys,

But the heart was wounded so deeply,

I’m not a rose in someone’s garden, just a petal swaying in the air I do not chase away their gloom. nor am I the reason to make hearts bloom

I am no one’s sun that shines bright, I am but a shadow that passes by. the moon that glows on a dark night nor am I someone’s rainbow in a stormy sky

a moment forgotten, a face in the crowd a memory unheard, a voice with no sound

I am just a face passing through the crowd, a forgotten memory, a fading shroud.”

I walk around mindlessly, numb to the core. These four walls don’t feel like home anymore

The faint scent of your perfume still lingers The ache of forgotten memories it triggers

Day and night, I pass by your room lost in hopes you’ll still be here Yet all that’s left, is sadness and gloom. lost all hopes you’ll ever appear

“How so?”

it was the mask of silence, he has mastered the art unbeknownst to those surrounding him, the mask was cracking at the seams. but no one saw the fractures, no one heard the sounds

Uncertainty clouded his judgment did he want to rip off the mask, reveal the world of his true self. or keep hiding behind the disguise

caught between the uncertainty of freedom and desire to extinguish or ignite the fire. to break free from the mask or let it become his identity. the choice lingered, heavily

and though he yearned for someone to see, beneath the surface of his mask. the pain underneath, he knew it was his only reprieve, to show his true face was to invite defeat.

Short of breath, I took my phone and pulled up your contact. I almost hit dial but then hesitated.

I write you a text, tell you what’s going on, and almost hit send, but then I refrained.

A certain voice in my head stops me from reaching out to you.

I don’t want to be too much or too little.

The call unmade, the message unsent, And I’m left with this ache, A longing to be heard. Yet silence is the weight I bear

“These dried flowers are a sign

Given by someone dear, once upon a time

اندازِ گفتگو ان کا ایسا کہ چلو رہنے دو