Homeless...
Growing on the streets...
The will to fight...
Gives you the wings of flight...
And you drown in the thrills...
Of the Game Of Life...
That make you forget...
...The loneliness...
No one to tie you down...
You leap for bigger and better...
Freedom...To fly...
Where the wind takes you...
Until one day...
You meet someone...
Who has , yet has not...
And has not grown wild...
Who still has a root...
And the heart to accept...
To believe...
And to TRUST...
Unblinded now...
It dawns...
Love exists...
Bonds release...
But how can I wish?
Myself on him?
He deserves...
Better than The Mask...
The tale is written...
The pages seem ugly...
Who would want to pick up...
And cherish this book?
...
PS: This one is written for V (vm17). If she had not requested, I probably would not have bothered to write down...Thanx V, for forcing me to look at Sehar...hope U liked it.😳
Would love some thoughts on Sehar from all of U. Sehar has always been very special to me as the lost twin. I have said this plenty of times- Sanam and Sehar complete each other. I know there are many haters out there...but I feel the whole crux of QH2 is how the twins find justice for their parents through the two boys billi raised.
She wanted them to be her two eyes...one had been a decorative piece for a long time...she really had no use for one eye for a long time...made good for the appearances. This is Aahil.
The other eye...is the one she banks on. She needs only that one eye. That is Rehaan. The day she realises that one son is irreconciliable- I wonder what thoughts will run through her mind!
Please avoid hate comments...😃