Sometimes words aren't needed! Words either complicating or releasing cannot do much! They fall short for the depth we stand in..
Khamoshiyaan lipti huyi khamoshiyaan...
Maybe when he would be walking through corridor, he would see her sitting quietly in stairs where they used to meet..
Maybe in his ignorance, she would find those glances which kissed her..
Kya Uss gali me kabhi tera Jana hua
Jahan se zamane ko guzre zamana hua..
Walking down the memory lane, they would meet every day, every minute, every second..
Sometimes cuddling, sometimes smiling, sometimes just looking at each other..
She wouldn't say anything but he would listen her quiet.. He would pour his heart and she would gather it all..
Mera samay toh wahi pe hai thehra hua..
They would breathe in each other's memories, They would breathe to keep each other alive till they live again.. He would pump air to her choking lungs..tired soul! She would circulate blood in his frozen veins..his aching heart!
Shhh! They would heal..quietly!