Sometimes we get to understand something late, and that is okay. Our thought process or the belief or may be the understanding may not have aligned with the situation.
But in the process we should not be late enough to
not learn from it..!-
Mornings await your messages.
A random stroll and a quick peep.
My face lits up, it's you again!
But that day, that very day I left it unchecked,
My daily chores squeezing all my time out of me
And my heart abandoned your thoughts for a while.
It was late, too late indeed.
Can I ever forgive myself?
Can I ever get you back.
Sitting beside your cold body dead,
My heart whispered " take me with you!"-
Mai apne gamo me kuch yu kho gaya
Tum ghir gye musibat se aur mai so gya
Sach se intella hua khabar hui tumhari
Bebas kuch yu tha ki fir raat bhar, bas rota reh gya
Tumne chupayi baatein bhi apni kuch iss qadar
Tumne kaha sab theek hai, aur mai maan bhi gya
zindagi ke gamo se dur bhagte bhagte
Maine Der bhi itni kar di
Ki yaha mujhe khabar lagi, waha unka janaaza uth gya-
Measuring everything by world's timeline
and I am always late but the day I started
creating my timeline I am just delayed.-
"Chalo aaj raat bhar padhai karte hai,
Kurkure ke khatkhatahut, aur chai ki garmahut ke saath.
Pen, pencil, aur book ke saath, hum bhi party karte hai,
Padhai ki dhun mein, hum apne sapno ko poora karte hai.
Chalo aajao, hum bhi padhai karte hai,
Raat bhar jaag kar, humra sapno ko poora karte hai."
😜😜😜-
They say love makes you crazy…
but if being crazy means stealing your stuff,
distracting you with kisses,
and laughing way too much,
then I don’t wanna be sane.
-
whose syllabus remained unchanged,
yet each question was
out-of-syllabus...-