है तुझे भी इजाज़त , करले तू भी मोहब्बत।
If you ever comeback,
I’ll be here waiting for you.
With Those voids and some wounds too.
But this time, I won’t let you
color my scars again; For,
You are the ink and You are not
supposed see the paper’s pain.
You’re not supposed to see the paper’s pain.
I was the moth and you were the fire, our love story was destined to witness the havoc of loss, yet why do I have to face the fire?
ସ୍ମୃତି କେବେ ଶୀତ ସକାଳ ର କଅଁଳ ଖରା ର ତାତି, କେବେ ଝଡ ବତାସ ର କଳା କିଟୀମିଟି ରାତି ।…..
it has crossed my mind a billion times of asking him to let me be a permanent part of his life but the idea of rejection has always pushed away those thoughts, so it did today. Maybe today isn’t the right day.
A/N- This thing is pure imagination any relevance of one’s personal life to the story is sheer coincidence and maybe you could thank me for writing it up for the world to read and being passed on to that one person in your life who hasn’t got a hint about your feelings. Happy Reading folks! …