You move through your days like the wind—careless, untouched, unaware of the storm you left behind. Meanwhile, I count the hours, reread old messages, trace the ghost of your laughter in empty rooms.
The Distance Between Us
If love is a thread, then mine is tangled around my ribs, and yours… yours is still folded neatly, unused, waiting for someone else to pull. Ek Tu Hai Tujhe Parwah Hi Nahi Ek Main Hu Pareshan Tere
It’s not anger that keeps me awake—it’s the lopsidedness of it all. How one heart can hold so much and the other not even know it’s holding anything at all. You move through your days like the wind—careless,
You are the quiet in the middle of my chaos. I am the echo you never turned around to see. I count the hours