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He used to tell me to send him a picture every night before I slept. I always wondered why? why he wanted to see me when my eyes were tired and my smile was lazy; my thoughts were still and my pulse was lower than usual. His little demands at times were strange but they said so much about him, about how he loved me, how he saw me, how he wanted to know each bit of me, how he wanted to travel through me, how he wanted to talk without talking, how he wanted to dive in the confused paths of my story. I always thought that he was crazy, crazy for me and in love. I used to wonder what would he do without me. I used to wonder how would that one night be for him when I won't send him a picture, how would he go to sleep. I never thought that I would ever be left alone by him so I never thought of the probabilities and consequences. But then one day he left ! I was unprepared. I was unaware. And it happened one night when I was blocked from his life and I was as helpless as it could be....

I was always cautious about falling in love but then I met you.. it was different because you were different... I remember how I lost my words when you looked into my eyes and how I looked in the mirror every morning those days and admired myself because last night you said I was beautiful... You changed my life and perception towards love, God and life. Thank you for coming into my life... . .

Unanswered questions, incomplete stories and unsaid goodbyes are the most painful ! .

Being in love with someone who doesn't love you back is an extreme mix of two feelings of helplessness and empowerment. Helplessness because you cannot force anyone to love you back and empowerment because nobody can control how you feel, nobody can stop you and nobody can blame you... But then those nights come when you're lying alone on your bed with countless thoughts.. and you think how incomplete yet complete your life is.. and finally you sleep with a heavy heart but one satisfying thought that maybe he too feels incomplete without me.. and these maybes then become an escape from your disturbing thoughts and then you finally sleep...

He said that I look the most beautiful when I am in my raw form.. when I don't do my hair and don't put that lipstick on my lips... He said that when I don't put my hair flicks behind my ears and they carelessly wander around the area between my ears and cheek, its like poetry flowing from the heart to the soul.. he said my eyes with that incomplete Kohl look the most beautiful because they are undone.. and my lips which are a little dry yet moisturized are a mirror of the unspoken stories behind my face. I look the best when I'm raw.. that's what he said... And I still look into the mirror and wonder if he still looks at me that way.. and then I wonder even more.. does he even remember me ? And then I laugh and ask myself.. does he even know that I exist ? . . . . #latenighthoughts .

खुद को खोने और पाने में तिल भर का फासला था, मेरे तेरे दरमियाँ एक काँच की दीवार सा फासला था, फिसल रहे थे लम्हे, गुज़र रही थी रैना,  बढ़ रही थी धड़कन, बिखर रहे थे अरमान, समेटे हुए ज़र्रे खुद ही के, वो मुझमें समा रहा था, मुद्दत से थमा हुआ वक़्त, उस पल गुज़र रहा था,  उसने छुआ था मुझको जब, हर ख़याल थरथराया था,  मेरी ज़ुबान पर आ कर भी, हर लफ्ज़ ठहेर गया था, हर एक ख्वाब जैसे आँखों के आगे चल रहा था, कुछ इस तरह उस रात का समा बदल रहा था, हुई जो सहेर तो वो ख्वाब बाहों में ही पाया,  उसकी उंगलियों से होकर रोशन हुआ ज़ुल्फोन का साया, जब आँखें बाँध की तो वो ख्वाब वैसा ही जमा था,  उस सुबह में जैसे हर ख्वाब का काफिला था.

Your essence is alive in my breath and I wonder how I'm still living.