Is it a crime to guard you soul against evil?
Is it an offensive crime to hide your soul from the dead?
Is it unbearable to watch someone live?

Is it grief?
Is it agony?
Is it unsatisfying?

I know i ask quite a lot of questions. But somehow and somewhere this part of me has to survive! Otherwise i will perish.

But then that's who I am! Sometimes when i just look back, i have this faint vision of a person i was once. But time- my friend, changes you forever-whether you are willing to or not.

We are as fucked up as you!!

Yours
Kyun dard chupaaye baithi hai
Kyun tu mujhse se kehti hai
Maan! Maiin to khud hi bikhri hui