I have seen her eyes, the ones infront of which,
The ocean dries and filled with feeling none can match,
The sadness seems to be the most in proportion, though,
Maybe because no one seems to oppose it,
The affection is buried deep within,
She can't give it to anything else, can she?
The anger in her eyes is barely visible,
Because she always acts so controlled and sensible,
Her grey streaks of hair tell me she's experienced,
Every fall, every rise, everything made her wise,
She keeps her heart closed to everyone,
But het eyes give it away, which once shone with hope,
The smile on her face seems plastered,
A trick that is mastered,
They say that she is different from me; I demand reasons
If she is different from me,
then why do I see my future in her old sad eyes?
If she is different from me,
She doesn't seem so, does she?
Why do I see myself reflected in her eyes if she's different from me?
Why do I feel the sadness that is buried within her?
If I am different from her, why does she look like my mirror?
Double update!!
Basically this was because I heard a song after years and wanted to share it.
Lyrics of the day (2)
Tu bin bataye...mujhe le chal kahi...
Jaha tu muskuraye, meri manzil wahi...
Ps. I want a squad like this.
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