"Ena aankhan vicho hanjuu vagdee,"
"Pyar ehna kita see, oh v sochda hona,"
"Ke kehde rab naal ishq kita,"
"Chup chapp hee "USDA BHAANA MANN" ke , aap hee apna lahuu peeta.."
Eyes have not dried. Just another ending to a classic so called "MY LOVE STORY". Explanations, suggestions are plenty. But what about the hard work put in to start some thing. Perceptions keep on changing time and again "TO BE OR NOT TO BE"..Have I expected too much from this world. I suppose I have. "WRITING SKILLS ARE GOOD"...BULLSHIT..Cancelled my official meeting in Himachal,tried to prepare it for it a week before. Some how kept my anxiety at bay..I also confronted the person, its very much hard to resist it now.."So lets meet up"....Mental agony or a piece of cake..What ever. Can see my self picking the broken pieces of shattered heart, blood flowing in from the hand.The audience of course laughing it out. You fall down, bend your back, eat the dust, but the comes the sympathy.."I NEVER WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN"....GOOD MORNING, its the reality now..
How much time it takes to put back the broken pieces back to the heart?? ANY IDEA??
WILD GUESS?? Never experienced. Must have been on the other side of line..GOOD FOR YOU..And you only hear the sound of it..
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