It took me a while to see this within me , Then I started to observe in everyone I met . Adults who were not heard, seen or were not able to authentically express in their childhood or in teenage spend a lifetime trying to do all they can to avoid feeling that pain ever again.
Unlearning is harder than learning. When I say not heard, seen or express how they feel . I don’t mean some big issue or trauma . It’s simple events , little things that keep growing within us with time.
// People’s behaviour is lot to do with how they feel about themselves than it’s about us . //
And somewhere a part of me still hopes that A love between us is not dead yet. It's still alive. It's alive in my poetries... and in these empty places around me everywhere. In your silly silence... and in that little smile when you think of me like anywhere. In all those places where we met... and in the memories we made together. In the feel of that warmth of your arms... and in those all forehead kisses that made me feel better. It's beating in our hearts and breathing with our breaths... But maybe that's how love feels like Sometimes complicated and a complete mess Sometimes it sets us free with ease Maybe that's the thing in love it's get difficult when it's real. -Alfia ______________________________________
Tu mohabbat sa me wafaa si Fark bas itna sa hai Mujh me tu zyada sa or Mujh me mein zara si !! -Alfia