Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Coming home

Iss se pehlay ke wahan jaein tou ye dukh bhi na ho
Ye nishaani ke woh darvaza khula hai ab bhi
Aur uss sehn main har su yunhi pehlay ki tarha
Farsh'e naumee'diey deedar bicha hai, ab bhi. 



"It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you."

Defeated


Jab baazi ishq ki baazi ho, jo chaho laga do, darr kaisa?
Gar jeet gaey tou kia kehna! Haray bhi tou bazi maat nahin.

When the game is that of love, go all in for what is there to be afraid of?
For if you win, you'll win it all, but even if you lose, there's no defeat. 

Mistakes



I'm not your first heartbreak, and you won't be mine, so we both know we will live. A broken heart keeps beating, strong and sure, despite the pain. Human beings have the capacity to live through greater losses than merely the death of Us. And I don't know, if I walk away, that you'll even be heartbroken. You are very self-contained, immensely resilient. I don't think you'll care enough. 

And that is the problem. 

I don't think you care enough to even fight if I walk away now. I don't think you care enough to fight for me if anyone else hurts me. Or maybe care is the wrong word. Perhaps it's just that this is who you are. You don't have the capacity to be moved beyond a certain mark, and you have full faith in my ability to fight for myself. Actually, you have full faith in my ability to fight for the both of us, whenever I'm needed to. You don't see that that is tiring for me. I will go to war for you, but then that is what I want from you, too. You don't see that every time you leave me to speak for myself, I see it as desertion. 

Aao ke karein bazm pe zar zakhm numaaya'n
Charcha hai bohat baysar'o samaan'iey dil ka

Come, let us bare our wounds to the world
There is much talk of the barrenness of my heart