"mar jaata agar mein
tab hi
to teri yaad shaayad
jawaan rehti
tujhe chahta nahi hoon
mein ab bhi
bas teri ankhe kamzor
kardeti"
Each line I write is an
insult
To all that I think, for
all that you are
More I delete less I
write
Of time that tells, now
pay me
It’s the dark that shines
not the light
It wasn't love either, or
may be
All that I wish about you
Is the very fact that you
exist, you still do
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