Lost.
Have lost for words, lost in time, lost myself. No such proper reply, answer or action – just an awkward ones.
Memories are nothing but fragments. Beautiful, meaningful and comforting but somehow shouldn’t ever be wished either now or then. Pseudo. Those are dreams, but this is reality.
I am a fragment only too, ripped-out from one thing to thousands. Still haven’t finished picking up the scattered pieces all around, really – and here come another one.
Every love gives you enough time to die for it
– Gagan GillCan someone bring me my entire being ?
My arms, my eyes, my face
I am a river flowing into the wrong sea.
If only someone could restore me to the dessert
– Noshi Gillani
Myself is indebted of my own sorrow. Blame nobody then !
