classypixell

Agar mai likhna jaanta.. To mai ek kaahani likhta Jahan tum mere zindagi me aate hi nahi Bin baat mujhe dekh muskurate hi nahi Jahan mai na kehta ki mujhe tumse pyaar hai Aur tum bhi apne dil ki baat mujhe batate hi nahi Ek kahani jahan hamari mulakat hi na hoti Par fir.. hamari kahani ki toh kabhi shuruwat hi na hoti To shayad ek aisi kahani.. Jahan meri god me tumhara sar hota Aur tumhe thoda saa sabar hota Jahan tum bhi mujhe pyaar karte Aur wo pyaar amar hota Ek kahani jahan tumhe bhi meri chaah hoti Aur hamari mohabbat bepanah hoti Jahan tumhe bhi wo pyaar dikhai deta Jiski ye kavitayen gawah hoti Jahan tum mujhe meri kami kabhi batate hi nahi Mere hisse ka pyaar kisi aur ko jatate hi nahi Jahan tum meri jagah kisi aur ko na dete Kisi aur ke liye meri zindagi se jaate hi nahi Par tum chale gye ! To ab in sab kahaniyon me mai nhi maanta Ya to tumhe mujhse kabhi pyaar tha hi nhi.. Ya shayad mai likhna nhi jaanta ~ Fahmad

And I smoke... not to look cool but to hold on to a fragment of sanity. Each exhale carries away thought a burden lifted with the drifting smoke. For a few fleeting minutes I taste the peace of a lifetime. I hold the cigarette gently and if it were her fingers in mine afraid to press too hard, afraid to cause it pain.  The Ashes fall like forgotten days, reminding me of freedom before dreams grew heavy, before responsibility bound me, before I was tied to the weight of other humans.  Yet in the small fire, I still find warmth. A fragile glow of hope, a quite promise of peace. So, I smoke not to look cool but to hold to a fragment of sanity. I smoke... but to inhale what it felt like being loved and to exhale the loneliness and thoughts of him thinking this would heal me somewhere inside but knowing the smoke would destroy my lungs and the her memories would destroy my whole, so yeah I smoke not to look cool but to escape from reality. “Have ...

Five years ago, when I was just a 7th grader, life felt simple—friends, school, and innocent laughter.  But then, a face entered my world, a face that made my heart pause for a moment. She was my friend… yet in our conversations, our small exchanges of smiles, something deeper began to bloom. Slowly, our friendship turned into something more... It often feels like some faces are not bound by time, but by the heart itself. I never told her, and she never realized. Yet my eyes always searched for her. Even if she missed school for a single day, it felt as though my breath had been stolen away. But after 8th grade, life turned a page. I had to leave school, and the city too. My heart, however, never moved on. Every day since, I carried her memory. Every night, I wished she was still with me. Time went by. Two years slipped through my hands. My hopes faded… but destiny had other plans. On the day of my 10th board exam, amidst the chaos outside the exam center, I saw her aga...

Kehne ko to main logo se milta hoon — hasta hoon, bolta hoon, phir bhi mere andar ek puri duniya chupi baithi hai. Ye duniya sirf mere khwabon ki nahi, balki un benaam armaanon, adhoore jazbaaton aur un lamhon ki meethi khamoshi se bani hai, jo maine kabhi kisi se bayaan nahi ki. Log meri muskurahat ko dekh kar samajh lete hain ki meri zindagi sadharan hai; par unko kya pata, us muskurahat ke peechhe ek gehra sa samandar hai jismein mere khayal doobte-ubharte rehte hain. Din ke ujale mein main apne aap ko ek aam shakhs ke roop mein pesh karta hoon — sabko sukoon dene wala chehra, baatein karne wala saathi. Magar raat jab aati hai, sheher ki roshniyan dheemi pad jaati hain, tab main apni adhuri duniya se milta hoon. Wahan har khwab ek kahani ban kar mere saamne aata hai; kuch kahaniyan hasi se bhari hoti hain, kuch aansuon se khamosh. Main aksar sochta hoon ki agar main in kahaniyon ko kisi ko bata doon, shayad mujhe halka sa rahat mil jaye — magar alfaaz kabhi kabhi bekaar ...

कुछ कहानियाँ कभी ख़त्म नहीं होतीं, बस वक़्त की धूल में दबकर चुप हो जाती हैं… जैसे अधूरा ख़त, जो लिख तो दिया गया हो, मगर भेजा कभी न गया हो। तेरे लिए ये सब नया होगा, पर मेरे लिए तू कोई अनजानी नहीं, तेरी हर हँसी, हर आहट, अब भी दर्ज है मेरे दिलों की धड़कन में । तू आज मुझे अनजाना समझती है, पर मैं तुझे हर पल जानता हूँ… तेरी खामोशी मेरी तन्हाई से बातें करती है, तेरी आँखों की खामोश चमक, आज भी रोशन करती है इन रातों को। मैं बस उस लम्हे के इंतेज़ार में हूँ, जब तेरी यादें लौटकर आएंगी, जब तू मुझे वैसे ही पुकारेगी, जैसे पहले पुकारा करती थी। हम वहीं से कहानी शुरू करेंगे, जहाँ उसे वक़्त ने रोक दिया था… और शायद उस दिन, ख़ुद वक़्त भी हमारे इश्क़ को देखकर मुस्कुरा दे।"