बुरी आदतों का शौक़ है मुझे।
i used to forget washing hands before meals,
now i forget that my heart is my own,
before loving and handling it to somebody else.
अच्छी आदतें बनने में समय लगता है।
but to love a thing, today, takes a gaze
just a little stream of sunlight through the eyes
the thing is, being loved is the only lie we can tolerate
and the power to love is the only power
that we can not.
बुरी आदतों को छोड़ने में वक्त लगता है।
a human heart can break in a single moment.
a single sight and a single syllable.
breaking is the best way to begin new
but forgetting is harder.
आदमी का पहला आदत क्या रहा होगा?
to pluck the fruit off the plant
or to consume your destruction?
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
they don't remember you | prose poetry
Şiirpoems i wrote, mostly listening to anuv jain. [both hindi and english] © saphyrahhx
