It is not that
I am not loved.
I know it in my heart.
I feel it in my veins.
Love overflows in abundance
in many forms in my life
Yet my heart is eternally
starved of it.
It started with him-
This affliction of never-ending yearning
That has no cure or respite
And somehow all the love in the world
Is not enough to fill this black hole
That he left behind.

What do you call a heart
That is tired
Of trying too much,
Too many times
And still breaking
Over and over again?
There must be a term for it....

If I can live without you
I can live without anyone else
This much this heart has learnt
This much this heart knows
If it's not you
What does it matter
If it's no one else?

I feel drawn
Towards you
Unintentionally,
Without wanting to.


In a world
Full of chaos,
You are the only "sukoon"
My heart has ever known.

Ps. Sukoon is an urdu word meaning peace

What is not written in the stars
No matter how much tears you shed
How many prayers you utter
How much love you give
How much grief you hold inside
How many efforts you put
How can it ever be yours,
If it's not meant to be?

Once a fool
Always a fool...

All the pain
Somehow
Finds its way
Back to you.

I wish
I could
Find a way
Out of this
Labyrinth of suffering.