Maybe it was unfaithful time, or maybe it was fate written as a line
Among the burning dreams in the deserts, destiny must have cried at least once
Her face was not silent; her eyes hid so much
Leaving the companionship of our souls, even Heer must have cried at least once
If you have to love, love with your soul—bodies will fade away tomorrow.
In love, it’s not necessary to be together for a lifetime. Sometimes love is felt even from a distance. If you can’t meet, so what? After death, do we really become one?
To love, it’s essential to live. When those people go far from us whom we have loved more than our own lives, then death seems the only solution.
When the person with whom we have seen countless dreams of life goes far away, which heart feels like living then? At that time, the only way to escape the pain of life seems to be death.
Everyone else says this is wrong, but for the one who has experienced it, it feels right. Because suffering every moment and dying slowly is worse than dying once.
Maybe at that moment, doing all this does not seem wrong. Because the life that is about to leave had already been given to someone else before.
The intoxication of death for love is different
Neither ashes remain, nor does the body burn
Life is full of countless dreams, for which a person works hard all day. But sometimes, life takes such a turn that, after coming infinitely close to their goal, a person turns back. Or their mind forgets their dreams and starts thinking about something else.
Maybe from here, their bad times begin, or the path towards death becomes direct.
If the one we love comes back to us, life seems good, but fate does not support everyone.
In our villages even today, the standard of education is not very high. Children from the village have to go to colleges in the city—whether girls or boys. Only one or two from the village go using their own resources. Otherwise, everyone else faces hardships in buses. Or they drop out midway. Even if someone manages to study, before settling down, they move on to something else.
Something similar happened with Harman. He was intelligent in his studies. He completed his education too. After studies, he gave exams for jobs. But nothing worked out anywhere. He was from a farming family. He did not even get enough time to study full time. Still, he worked hard day and night.
When we come close to our goal, we either give up or lose our way.
This is exactly what happened with Harman.
In Harman’s life, a girl came. The first time they met was through social media. Then conversation started. Slowly, they became good friends. They used to talk for hours and hours.
My life’s story is very strange
When I want to laugh, it turns into tears
When I want to forget sorrows and laugh at life
It hugs pain and presses it to my chest
There came a time in life when they had a small argument over something. Over a small thing, they went their separate ways. Harman tried many times to talk, but she never gave a clear answer. Harman kept thinking about her all the time.
One day, he thought about ending his own life.
He set only two goals—either to get her back, or death.
He forgot all the dreams of his life.
It was night time. He was sitting in his room, talking to alcohol. Harman’s niece knocked on the door.
“Uncle, can I come in?”
He quickly hid the bottle under the table.
“Come in, dear.”
“Uncle, why are you sitting in the dark? Why haven’t you turned on the light?”
“Nothing, just like that.”
“Uncle, today I will sleep in your room. We will talk a lot.”
“Yes, why not, dear.”
“Uncle, why don’t you watch TV? Today I will turn it on. You watch too.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Uncle, come watch this beautiful movie, Harjeeta.”
“It’s very nice, you watch too.”
“Yes, dear.”
Harman slowly put the bottle under the bed and, waiting for his niece to sleep, started watching the TV.
Though he forced his attention towards the movie, slowly, as he watched, the dreams of his past started coming back. As the movie reached its climax, Harman’s life completely changed. The person who was waiting for death two hours ago now started remembering the dreams of his old life. And the bottle of alcohol, which he had hidden from the little girl, he threw out himself.
It is not necessary that if we love someone, they become part of our life. Love is of the soul, not of the body. Harman also made her his soul and started living for her.
Love is a strength—never make it a weakness. It takes just a second to change life.
When love becomes a weakness, it does not let you live for long. Life does give a chance to change. There is only a second’s difference between life and death. In that second of love, so much can change.
Dreams shattered like glass
Her lies sometimes felt like truth
We lived on false hope all our lives
Her love was beautiful, like a false truth
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