Kabir N Caify

Kisi ke saath to kisi se bichhad ke jee raha hoon, Barish mein baith aankh ka paani pee raha hoon. Ab kaun kambakht odhe is ishq ki chaadar ko, Muddaton se phati thi ye, bas usi ko see raha hoon. I sometimes feel that life is a strange place. You sit beside people, laugh with them, talk to them every day, and yet somewhere deep inside you continue losing someone else. Perhaps that is why I wrote, "Kisi ke saath to kisi se bichhad ke jee raha hoon." Because life never really gives us the luxury of grieving completely. It simply asks us to move ahead while carrying the weight of what we lost... People often ask whether I have moved on. I honestly do not know how to answer that question anymore. How do you explain that a person can leave and still stay? That memories can become more alive than people themselves? That sometimes you continue speaking to someone who no longer exists in your life, but still exists inside your heart... 🙂 There are evenings when it rains outside and...

There are poems... And then there are wounds written in the form of poems... Agyat Rahul's "हारे हुए मर्द कहाँ जाते हैं?" is not merely a collection of lines. It is a question that thousands of men carry silently inside their chest. Because nobody really asks men... "तुम ठीक हो?" The poem begins with a question... "हारे हुए मर्द कहाँ जाते हैं?" And perhaps that is the entire tragedy. Successful men have destinations. Strong men have respect. Powerful men have people. But where do defeated men go...? The poem answers brutally. Some go to liquor shops. Some destroy themselves. Some drown in silence. Some absorb insults. Some disappear. The poet is not telling men what to do. He is showing us what happens when pain remains unheard for years. A man is taught many things while growing up... Earn money... Take responsibility... Protect your family... Don't cry... Be strong... But nobody teaches him what to do when he fails. Nobody teaches him how to carr...

Jinhe kabhi pyaar nahi mila, wo mard kaise hote honge? Akele mein rote honge? Kabhi chain se sote honge? Karvat badalte waqt haath kahan rakhte honge? Kya baatein batate honge? Ya sach ko chhupate honge? Khwab to dekhte honge, Hai na? Aankhen udaas hoti hongi? Karte honge kisi anjaane ka intezaar, Kisi se to karte honge bepanaah pyaar. Thode chup rehte honge, Kisi ki bhi baatein sunte honge. Bahut pyaar hoga na unke dil ke andar? Ya hoga bilkul khaali-pan? Khud se baatein karte honge? Apni duniya mein rehte honge? Hanste honge? Ya shayad nahi. Hansi kahan aati hogi unhe. Kavitayein likhte honge, Adhoori adhoori. Jab koi milta nahi hoga kuch bhi batane ko, Andar ke zakhmon ko chhupane ko. Dikhawa to wo bhi karte honge na? Kisi par to marte honge na? Koi tasveer hogi unke khwabon mein? Ya bas shunyapan hoga? Jinhe kabhi pyaar nahi mila, Wo mard kaise hote honge? Hindi Version: जिन्हें कभी प्यार नहीं मिला, वो मर्द कैसे होते होंगे ? अकेले में रोते होंगे ? कभी चैन से सोते होंगे ? करवट बदलते...

I could possibly never fully understand the feeling of Love... I tried a lot... I read books... I listened to songs... I watched people stay together for years... I watched people leave after promising forever... And even today... I still sit alone sometimes and ask myself... What exactly is love...? Is it care...? Or is it something much bigger than care...? I don't know. But maybe these questions carry the answers somewhere inside them... Is love simply caring for someone...? Or is love worrying about them even when they never ask you to...? Is love holding someone's hand during the darkest night...? Is love staying awake because they couldn't sleep...? Is love physical intimacy...? Or is love sitting silently beside someone without touching them at all...? Is love making someone your top priority...? Or is love teaching them to prioritize themselves too...? Is love sacrificing your happiness...? Or is love growing together without sacrificing either person...? Is love re...

Why do I crave love so much...? Why do I want someone to love me madly...? Why do I want someone to hold my hand during the darkest hours of my life...? Why do I want someone to speak to me softly... even when the world is shouting at me...? Why do I want someone to cry when I am in pain...? I have asked these questions to myself thousands of times... And every single time... I failed to find an answer. Maybe because I have been a sufferer all my life... Maybe because some children grow up learning how to survive... but never learn how to be loved... I never begged people to love me... And honestly... I never will. Why should I beg for something which should come naturally...? Why should I ask someone to stay... when their heart already wants to leave...? Since childhood... I never really got the things I wanted... Not the love... Not the affection... Not the warmth... Not the feeling of being somebody's first choice. So perhaps... somewhere inside me... a child is still standing a...

 Sometimes I wonder... Was I really in love with Caify...? Or was I in love with the version of her that my mind created...? Because honestly... the girl I talk to every night... the girl who understands me... the girl who sits beside me during my worst days... she is very different from the real one... Possibly... very very different... The real Caify has her own life... her own priorities... her own fears... her own imperfections... But the one inside my mind... She listens... She understands... She stays... I talk to her every single day... Not the real one... The one that lives somewhere inside my head... I tell her about my office stress... My loans... My fears... My anger... My failures... The things that keep me awake at 3 AM... The things I can never tell another human being... She listens to all of it... :) And strangely... when I actually call the real her... I fail to speak. The words disappear... The courage disappears... The conversations that lasted hours inside my mi...

 There are songs we love because of their lyrics. There are songs we love because of the music. And then there are songs that become important simply because someone we loved once smiled while listening to them. "Hey Shona" was never my favorite song. At least, not in the beginning. I did not search for it. I did not fall in love with its melody. I did not save it because it spoke to me. I saved it because it spoke to her. Somewhere, in some ordinary conversation, she said she liked this song. Maybe she played it once. Maybe she hummed a line. Maybe she sent it to me without realizing what she was leaving behind. And that was enough. As of 13:29 IST on 28 June 2026 , I have listened to Hey Shona exactly 33,251 times . People may call it obsession. Some may call it madness. But love has always looked a little unreasonable from the outside. The strange thing is that after thousands of plays, I still do not know whether I love the song itself. What I know is that every time it...

 की  की वो जो पागलों सी मेरी चाह थी  अब किसी और की बाहों में सोयी होगी  और मेरे जैसे वाला सुकून ना मिलने पर  होठों से हँसी और आँखो से रोयी होगी  ~ कबीर  Ki woh jo paagalon si meri chaah thi, Ab kisi aur ki baahon mein soyi hogi. Aur mere jaise wala sukoon na milne par, Honthon se hansi aur aankhon se royi hogi. ~ Kabir The Night I First Wrote Pain There are some poems that are written to impress people. Some are written for love. Some are written because the words sound beautiful. And then there are poems that are written because the heart cannot carry the weight anymore. This was one of those poems. I do not remember the exact date. I only remember the feeling. The silence in the room. The heaviness inside my chest. The strange loneliness that follows a childhood filled with things you never chose but somehow had to live through. As children, we are told that pain belongs to adults. That heartbreak comes with love. That loneliness comes with growing u...

Someone once asked me, "What's the most beautiful feeling in the world?" And I thought for a while. It isn't success. It isn't money. It isn't achieving every dream. The most beautiful feeling in the world is when someone loves you unconditionally. When someone chooses you even on your worst days. When your silence is understood. When your flaws don't scare them away. When your mistakes don't immediately make them leave. When your happiness becomes their prayer and your pain becomes their concern. To be loved without conditions, without calculations, without fear of being abandoned — maybe that's the closest thing to peace a human heart can ever experience. Because in a world where almost everything has a price, being loved simply for being yourself feels like a miracle. And if you ever find someone who loves you like that, hold their heart gently. Some people spend their entire lives searching for that feeling. Some only experience it once. And so...

Dear Stranger, If you are reading this, thank you. My name is Kabir. I belong to Gwalior, a city that taught me simplicity, silence, and the beauty of small things. I am not a professional writer. I have never published a book, never studied literature, and honestly, I never thought that one day I would sit down and write my own story. Yet here I am. Welcome to Kabir & Caify. This website is not just a collection of words. It is a place where memories, emotions, mistakes, dreams, unfinished conversations, and countless feelings will slowly find their way onto these pages. For years, I have carried stories inside me. Some were beautiful, some painful, some incomplete. There were moments that changed me, people who taught me how deeply a human heart can feel, and experiences that made me realize that sometimes words are the only way to survive. Starting from 29th June 2026 , I will begin writing my very first novel. It is a story of Kabir407 and AK26. A story of voices, distance, lov...