DARKNESS FILLED HER SURROUND among them small dot buzzes up. A painful groan left her lips as she tastes a particular copper essence.
Blood. Her Blood.
Blood that betrayed her.
Dhundh ujde hue logon mein wafa ke moti
ye khazane tujhe mumkin hai kharabon mein milen
(seek ye pearls of faithfulness in those lost and drowned
it well could be these treasures in wastelands do abound)
gham-e-duniya bhi gham-e-yar mein shamil kar lo
nashsha badhta hai sharaben jo sharabon mein milen
(let love's longing with the ache of existence compound
when spirits intermingle the euphoria is profound)
tu Khuda hai na mera ishq farishton jaisa
donon insan hain to kyun itne hijabon mein milen
(neither are god nor is my love divine, profound
if human both then why does this secrecy surround )
aaj hum dar pe khinche gae jin baaton par
kya ajab kal wo zamane ko nisabon mein milen
(the acts for which today I've been crucified around
if prescribed tomorrow, then why should it astound)
ab na wo main na wo tu hai na wo mazi hai 'faraaz'
jaise do shakhs tamanna ke sarabon mein milen
(i am not the same, nor you, our past's no more around
like two shadows in the mists of longing to be found)
Ahmed Faraz.
Slowly she tried to open her eyes but closes them soon enough, it's painful.
The wind stilled as they're shocked for she is in pain. She is in pain for her love and her beloved is still not here.
"Wake up Aarzu Begum" The same nefarious voice spoke again. A tug in heart, wasn't he suppose to protect her?
"Yaha kyu laye hai mujhe?" She asked in a calm tone with her eyes closed.
Be calm because A Queen is supposed to be that, she only plays when she has to call the check. Words. No memories. Her most cherished ones, her Abba told her these years ago? No eons ago.
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Scrambled Tales
Short StoryMain ne har bar tujh se milte waqt tujh se milne ki aarzu ki hai tere jaane ke baad bhi main ne teri Khushbu se guftugu ki hai We all have a story we never told anyone. A collection of Short Stories.
