“Khumaar e gham hai mehekti fiza main jeete hai
Tere khayalon ke aabo hawa main jeete hai…….”
Even before I could confess my love to that person, people have started talking filthy things about me, accusing me of doing something which is not acceptable in the society. Sometimes, a mere joke made by them leaves me wounded. I have never been a victim of the lecherous eyes or seductive smile that attracts a lot of people, but yes, I have always been in love with the simplicity. Simplicity could be defined as having no artificial mask on the face or a fear of being outrageously fake. “Opposite Attracts”, and the phrase hold true for me and the person I love. We are two different individuals with two different ideologies.
The tables have turned, simplicity struggling to shine and have an identity among the mass whereas artificiality wants the picture to be clear with no shades of black or grey, something which reveals the truth and honesty of the artificiality’s intensions which are questioned time and again by the simplicity. Somewhere alone in an unknown city, I am craving for those small fights, happiness and excitement. I might ignore umpteen numbers of times, lying to myself but the truth dictates and makes me numb. And, the truth is “I am in love”. I neither expect love in return, nor any physical nearness. I do not want a castle of dreams; the only thing I expect is a moment of thought about me.
“Thak gaya tujhko main yaad karte karte
Ab tujhe main yaad aana chahata hoon...”
