Na koi waada, na koi yaqin, na koi umeed
Magar hume toh hamare intezaar karna tha
In all of these strands of existence, somewhere we all pick up a few hopes and expectations...even the ones who are well aware of how they shredded themselves in the past, unable to put those strips back. They say you don't exist unless someone calls and you respond. I'm not aware of the gravity, but my life is well-versed in the degree of hanging all alone. There's an emptiness, a peace, an untold yearning and innumerable unexpected tales to be told.
The search never led me anywhere, rather left me in the pool of questions, insecurities and maps leading to nowhere. Trying to be a better self doesn't help until I am aware of the entity I'm putting it in for, I guess?
"...when you find somebody that you love...it feels like hope."
when they'd spread their wings, when they'll figure it out, when they'll be fearless... they'll be alive, yet again
