You ain't my life You ain't my moon You were the sun that burned me! Star that took my shine Memories took my years back Every tear had broken image of you! That spring had me dilusional I often denied my problems I denied that I'm sad Just all in your name. Why can't we Live together ever Maybe it wasn't your fault Maybe it was me So drunk on you Didn't realize it was toxic for both! So i stopped, stopped for good!
Things doesn't have to go well always like ours did! And I'm not writing this to blame the love or saying it's anyone's fault! Something aren't supposed to good no matter what! It was one of them! Simple Now forget it and live in the present!
Mukhtasar si zindagi mein badey hadsun se Saamna krna padta h ....Kabi Dil toot jaata hai ..kabi Dil toda jata hai Lekin ek baat bhut wazey hai ki hmhri zindagi bhut mukhtasar hai ..aise bhi zindagi toh Katt jati h ..kyu na isey aise jiye ki ..ksi ko thoda hasa dey ..ksi k ghum thoda udaar le .. Kisi Ko Manzil chahiye ho toh uska rasta baney ...yahi toh Naam hai Asaan aur haseen zindagi ka
Roz tujse mein ek saans udaar leta hon Zindagi badi muskhil se tuje guzaar leta hon
Jee chahta hai jab bhi ki dekhun usey Mein aainey mei uska aks utaar leta hon
Hai maloom ki palat kar na aayega Kabi Mei phr bhi Janey kyu usey pukaar leta hon
hai koi iss shab e ghum mei baitha hua toh Aao ki mei ranj o ghum udaar leta hon
Soon you will forget about me like a lucid dream of a cold December night. Few warm words, a mug of hot chocolate and few sweet melodies from an old guitar is all that it takes to know a call a stranger, your love.
The local bar serves late into the night. Few drinks and empty puffs is all that it takes to forget a memory so distinct and your love a stranger again.
Familiar pain and familiar happiness all carry some flavours of longings and hope. I'm to you what you were to someone else, an old memory and a new mistake.
The sinking heart and tired soul is all we look for to begin with, thinking about how we can change everything to the best way we can. But, some can't be changed in the ways you want them to be. Unworthy and unfelt are those moments when you were really a source of someone's smile. Yet, you still have somethings left behind, the ones you don't carry these days, your dreams, smiles and some hope.
The love that we deserve isn't going to come walking into our lives, it's busy out there not wanting to feel the warmth, the euphoric touch of its own self. Things change like emotions. But, people stay the same. You are complete and sufficient for the perfect one.
Life, sometimes makes me wonder- how would it all be if we just erased the sadness and moved away from illusions of forever. Maybe we will begin to realise how beautiful is each moment and value it more than we ever did. The fall, the rain and the dews will all be cherished the same.
I wanted you to know that you are something worth cherishing and living for. Just don't let your thoughts contain you into small illusions of happiness, look at the beautiful life that awaits ahead of you with the possibility of a new beginning.
You leave the home, door open To invite the murderers outside And let your secrets bleed regrets; The rumors consume you whole meanwhile. You've heard of pain still you stay reckless, And fall for the clearest of lies. Bloodstains underneath your skin Burn like a candle with no light.
Cards fall on the table, one by one You sweat out insecurities and grin. 'Cause you don't want people to know What you've been camouflaging within.
And in no chances of running away You hide the Aces in your pocket.
You play new games every night, Games of believing and breaking. Let yourself be bathed in trauma And bury yourself six feet under fake feelings. You scramble on the sheets and ponder Of the faces in black-&-white, In the albums titled "Haunted Past" And turn into your darker side.
You act foolish, like you're no fool And try to run from your half-told truths. But you got a Yin-yang soul And the blacker one wants the throne.
You keep collecting your pieces To put them back in the spaces in your mind. But they are so complicated and strange That they just don't fit in bullet holes.
You lose your grip and fall apart Left with nothing, Just dust and crystals, Of a beautiful breakdown.