I sat down to write, pen in hand, but then a picture of you came that sunlight-soft face, half in golden glow. The way hair falls like poetry mid-sentence, that smile—quiet, warm, and achingly gentle. Eyes that hold stories no ink could capture. How do you write someone who already feels like a poem?

In the quiet atmosphere of the evening, I sat down beside you, foresklet— completely enchanted, as if my heart had known yours long before we ever met.

I still remember your birthday, even though we're no longer together. The date stays in my heart, just like the memories of us. I don't call or send a message, but I whisper a silent wish for you—hoping you're happy, wherever you are.

I gave my whole heart to someone who never loved me, yet I never held back. Imagine what I would do for the one who truly loves me—I would give them my soul, my dreams, my everything. I would love them in ways the world has never seen.

Aur sawal toh yeh hai ki " Tumne jisko chuna kya usne bhi tumhe chuna ".

When I ask you how are you? You are supposed to tell me how you are feeling? Did you eat your meals today? Why couldn't you sleep comfortably? What made you cry today? What song are you listening to? Tell me did your mom scold you today? That you are clumsy and you hate walking in the sunlight because you don't like how it feels on your face. How many scratches did you get while playing with your cat? Why do you prefer blueberry milkshakes over orange juice? And not just I am good what about you?

I know I was a little too obsessed, maybe even too much. But my heart only wanted to prove that love exists, that someone like you deserved to feel it fully. If losing myself meant making you feel worthy of love, then I’d do it again. Because loving you was never a mistake.

The more you chase love, the more it slips away.

Tujhe chhu loon toh kho jaun,

Na chhu loon toh taras jaun...

Tere khwab buno toh bikhar jaun,

Na buno toh phir kidhar jaun?

i think it is very brave and also very sexy of me to continue living