Pass Mere

Pass Mere

Tere hisse ki aag ka tujhe khabar nhi

Ek bar mere dil mein jhak kr dekh kitni tabahi machi hai….

I should probably stop writing shits of my feelings this is probably the beginning of my small particle lied inside my heart. I remembered the day when I started looking at the mirror to fix my hairs to look good and the day today has totally changed. Its been days when I remembered my last sound sleep on my bed. This is the day when I am living on pills.

Kuch hisse dard ka or kuch hisse humdard ka khud hi jhelni padti hai,

Kuch hisse du aka or kuch hisse tadap ka khud hi khatam krni padti hai.

Imagining the world without you is not possible, the felling is like chocking on deep sea water where nobody is there to help. Sometimes I used to check my attire too to check the handsome me and now slangs comes first to hide the handsomeness lied inside. Pleasure and Raiser lies side by side, but here I have got raised but still not pleased by the misintution dat happened awhile.  Sometimes sorrows gives you the answer to your problems temporarily, but now sorrow is complimentary and unanswerable too.  

Bewafai ki thapad ab tufan ban gya ,

Tujhse dur rehne ka gum ab aag ban gya ,

Tum hote to najariya abhi dusri hoti,

Tere namoujudgi m ye insan haiwan ban gya…….

I should probably stop expressing my shitty fellings but cant help with my educated heart wo orders my hands to type the texts down…..

  

Avijit Mishra 
Scientist