I was not created with the capacity to forget you.

February—arrived late, withered and vanished all too quickly.

I do not know how to stop drowning in a universe that refuses to hold me.

Only silence shall hold this part of his story.

Strangers

"You are the love of my life, you are the pain of my life."

I have lost all hope, all faith, that any passage could ever lead me to you. Yet no path carries me away. I am suspended forever, bound to the paradox of an endless void.

The wait. Endless. Torturous. Murderous. One lifetime — and still, I’d wait.

She was the singular certainty in a cosmos trembling with fabricated dreams — the only truth, the only reality. Beyond her, it's all an illusion. An insane illusion.

I am a side character—the shadow cast in someone else’s spotlight. The one who lingers to fill the gaps in someone else’s story. Absent from the heart of the story, yet essential to its shape. Forgettable, yet never dispensable. I am a side character in my own story.

شہر میں تو ہنگامہء تنہائی بہت ہے۔۔۔