You move through your days like the wind—careless, untouched, unaware of the storm you left behind. Meanwhile, I count the hours, reread old messages, trace the ghost of your laughter in empty rooms.
It’s not anger that keeps me awake—it’s the lopsidedness of it all. How one heart can hold so much and the other not even know it’s holding anything at all. Ek Tu Hai Tujhe Parwah Hi Nahi Ek Main Hu Pareshan Tere
You are the quiet in the middle of my chaos. I am the echo you never turned around to see. You move through your days like the wind—careless,
Here’s a short poetic piece based on the emotional weight of those lines: I count the hours
Ek tu hai, tujhe parwah hi nahi, Ek main hoon, pareshan tere liye.