There are some relationships that are never defined by grand promises or perfect moments. They survive in late-night conversations, unfinished arguments, stubborn silences, and the comfort of knowing that no matter how far life takes us, there is always someone who will return. Wo akhiri batein karna mujhse Mere baad bhi jhagarna mujhse Sb chale jaate hai ek waqt k baad Bs tum mat bichhadna mujhse Sb ladai karte hai apno se apne bankar Jo dobara milun to mat ladna mujhse Aksar kho jaane k baad samajh aata hun mai Is baar khone se Darna mujhse The poem begins with a simple request: “Wo aakhiri baatein karna mujhse, mere baad bhi jhagadna mujhse.” It is strange how love sometimes asks for arguments instead of affection. Because arguments mean involvement. They mean that someone still cares enough to stay, to question, to complain, and to fight for their place in your life. Silence, on the other hand, is often the real ending. As we grow olde...
A promise to love you till my eternity...