6 am melt downs.

Somethings are better left unsaid and i have said that a hundred times to myself and to others, but how many of us act on it?

There's this uncharacterised kind of pain under the ribcage, but my heart still exists.
where aare you best friend? I meed you the most at this time. but i cant talk to you. can you listen to me through your eyes. I know you were good at it. Please. I need you.


Ashiyane ki baat karte ho,
dil jalane ki baat karte ho
Saari duniya ke ranj-o-gham de kar,
muskuraane ki baat karte ho
Muskuraane ki baat karte ho,
Ashiyaane ki baat karte ho

Khwab sa tha guzar gaya hoga
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kiss ke jaane ki baat karte ho

Hum ko apni khabar nahi jaanaan, tum zamane ki baat karte hoo

Ashiyane ki baat karte ho, dil jalane ki baat karte ho

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