Har pal her lamha, main kaise sehta
Har pal her lamha main khud se yeh kehta rehta hoon
sat there in the dark corner of his room, his eyes just looking at the water
sliding down the window pane. With every ticking second of the clock, the
depthness of the words she said seemed to be finally sinking in. Yet, he didn't
want to realise'
Do pal tujh se juda thha,
lone tear escaped his eye. He was just reminded of their firsts ' the first
glance, the first confession, the first touch, the first kiss, the first fight.
There was a certain warmth, craziness, ecstasy like butterflies in your stomach..
that feeling that contents the heart, the feeling of having the priceless thing
in the world, that security that thing' that thing called love' They connected,
it was a different world altogether for them, just the two of them'
Aise phir rasta muda thha,
then he was jolted off the fairy tale. Reality dawned, she had to leave and he knew that from the very beginning. It wasn't
her fault neither his. They had to
part and it was time for the lasts. The last look, the last moment, the last
moment of having her, her presence in his
Tujh se main khone laga,
Juda jaise hone laga,
Mujh se kuch mera
her leave, he sat there trying to put scattered pieces of his life, scattered
pieces of him together, but in vain. He was helpless, maybe destiny and fate
had this in store for them. There was no one to blame.
Teri yaadon mein likhte jo lafz dete
beete lamhe poochhte hain kyun hue aise juda.. khuda,
memories, their memories, were a lifetime. It gave the feeling of utmost
content, of having everything. Yet, he had lost everything. The way a bud
blossoms into a flower, after nourishment of warmth from sunlight, fill from
the seed, and care from the gardener, similarly their relationship blossomed
from the craziness of falling in love to the mellowness of understanding.
Khuda mila jo yeh faisla hain
Khuda tera hi yeh faisla hain
Khuda hona tha woh ho gaya
Jo tune thha likha
past memories came across with a certain pain shoot up in his heart. He was
vulnerable, he was helpless. Some questions can never be answered, and so was
his question ' 'why?'.
Tujhe bhula diya, ho
Phir kyun teri yaadon ne
Mujhe rula diya.. ho'
had been incessantly dripping down his face. The pain would not stop, the
memories would not fade.. But life had to move on.. Wiping his tears dry, he
got up rather tried to get up. His weak knees, and a heartbroken him, didn't
support that, and he sat down again helpless. With her memories still haunting
in his mind he broke into uncontrollable sobs. Vulnerable, yet desperately
trying to forget but helpless.
lay down on the floor, listless, emotionless staring at the ceiling. He had
sobered down after the tears. The sadness was still there, but the frustration
seemed to have calmed down. He closed his burning eyes, the eyes of want, and
fell into deep slumber, having a hope of a new tomorrow. He knew there wasn't
going to be any tomorrow for them, but still he had faith in himself. He knew
that it wouldn't be the same anymore, he wouldn't be someone's anymore, but
still, he knew that he needed to stitch scattered pieces of himself, for life
wouldn't stop. It had to go on. Gham ka yeh
pal guzar jaayega ,Phir koi humsafar Aayega..His past memories
could be remembered as an interlude, an enchantingly beautiful phase of his
life, but he had to build himself up for a new life, for a new tomorrow.
Moments could pass away, and words could be forgotten but memories could never
fade away, they always would linger. Baatein
bhul jaate hain, yaadein, yaad aati hai..