There was a time…
when silence meant peace..
Now it is…
the only language left..
The years passed gently..
They took everything anyway..
The heart learned,
how to beat
without ever feeling alive..
Dreams did not shatter..
They simply stopped returning…
Morning still arrives..
It no longer brings light..
The world celebrates
another beginning..
Mine ended
without farewell…
Some burdens
have no name..
They become
the person carrying them…
Even memories,
grow tired
of remembering..
Hope never left;
It just forgot
where to find me…
Faith became
a quiet room
with no footsteps..
Still…
the sky remains,
the stars endure,
and somewhere beyond
what the eyes can hold,
there must be
a mercy
greater than grief..
Until then…
I will carry
this silence,
like a prayer
that forgot
its own words..
And these lines,
Dekh tujhe bas hai jeena..
Tera hona nazrana…
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