Unki yeh shikayaat hai ke hum kuch nahin kehte,
Unki Yeh shikayaat hai ke hum kuch nahin kehte...
Par apna to yeh adat hai ke hum kuch nahi kehte.
Kehne ko bahut kuch tha agar kehne pe aate,
Kehne ko bahut kuch tha agar kehne pe aate...
Par apni tp yeh adat hai ke hum kuch nahi kehte.
Kuch kehe to tufan utha leti hai yeh duniya,
Kuch kehe to tufan utha leti hai yeh duniya...
Chup rehe toh duniya kehte hai hum kuch nahi kehte....
Ghalib.
You told me lies tonight. Showed me no future. None. I hate you.
I hate you and I love you and I know I can never get over what you mean to me.
If only you knew. If only.
Meandering through the narrow roads to eternity... all falls down. This world is mine. I own it. Worthless shit.
Fringes of hair fall on my face, the whirring motion of the fan irritates me, but I still walk on, move on... never give up. Don't look back. Don't please give me this shit about you caring, because I know you don't give a damn, but I do and that is that.
Question to myself: am I losing in this situation? Am I the biggest, sorest loser born on the face of this sorry-assed universe?
Sadly, yes.
I am. And the tragedy is, I can't even stop it. Or unwind it. Or give up.
I just have to give in.
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Actually, you know, I'm not so sure anymore. Compartmentalising emotions slowly renders them inaccessible: this I've discovered. Better to give in and hurt some than to freeze inside and... remain frozen. It's not a happy place to be.
I will still have broken certain necks and slowly cut off certain parts of certain people's anatomy with pleasure, but YOU, you go ahead with it anyway. Somehow, I think you're creating and going through your personal purgatory. OR so I hope.
Things can only get better, P.
I am looking for paradise re.... seriously.
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