Almost closer by a Mile.






And so the night hums like an old song, the kind that plays softly in the background of a memory you’re not sure is yours. A story waiting to be told, or maybe just a moment waiting to pass. Either way, the night will keep moving. 

Well, force of habit.


Kabhi khabar poochi, 
toh kabhi poochi khair,
Seher pe shuru hue tere naam pe—
bilkul fikr bagair.

Kabhi dekha nahi jise, 
kabhi jisse nahi hui mulaqaat;
Wajood nahi jiska zehan mein, 
uski phir bhi sunaayi deti hai har ek baat.

Shikayat karta hai vo mujhse—
Dhoonda nahi use shayad poore dil se.
Chahe pukara ho use jaan nisaar,
Magar jatate kis haq se?

Bayaan karne ki koshish ki ahista,
Par bayhiss hi bol paaye.
Guftagu ke zariye ibaadat humne ki,
Lekin kaafir hum kehlaaye.

Maanga roz tujhe usse,
Jaise koi ho dastoor.
Woh ho gaya thoda naraaz,
Par isme mera kya kasoor?

Kuch waqt sa guzar gaya,
Ek arsa jaise dheeme dheeme jiya.
Mazaak mein pareshaan tu kar baitha,
Aur aashiq hume keh diya.

Shayad kabhi tujh tak yeh khayal pohonche hi na,
Be-jhijak yeh mitti mein mil jaye.
Lekin jitni dafa tune yaad kiya,
Hum hamesha sab peeche chhod aaye.

Kehte hain, pyaar hone se pehle,
Aqsar aazmaata hai.
Isi bahaane hi sahi,
Tere dil-o-dimaag mein yeh rooh meri zikr farmaata hai.

Nadaani kahun ise,
Ya ise kahun mohabbat?
Zulm qarar doon ise tera,
Ya phir teri inaayat?

Inn ranjisho ki iztirab mein,
Tu kahan hi sambhlega?
Ibtidaa nahi hogi shayad kabhi iski,
Toh tu kahan hi samjhega?

Kyunki tune kabhi chupke se poochi khabar,
Khamoshi mein kabhi poochi khair.
Maloom tha tujhe,
Seher tere naam pe zaroor hue shuru..
Magar shaam mein hum dhal se gaye—
Jaise kisi fikr bagair.


And yet—on some nights, when the city is too quiet and the silence feels heavier than noise, we might find themselves staring at the same skyline, tracing the same headlights, following the same roads with our eyes.

Maybe we'll wonder. Maybe we won’t.

Either way, the world will keep spinning. And we'll keep walking—always parallel, never crossing.

“But all the MILES that separate disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face. I’m here without you baby but you’re still on my lonely mind” 

Playing in a loop. Give it a go, maybe? - 3 Doors Down - Here Without You


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Until next time, 

Love always

S

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