Tainting The Void Canvas

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What did his unrequited love do to her?
It gave her a hell she never deserved.

She smiled again.
She knows that too.
Ahad knows that too.
And they suffered because of him.

He gulps.

The truth is too heavy for him to bear so he stands on his feet, and whispers,

"I'm sorry," then he walks away.

Ai mohabbat tire anjam pe rona aaya

Jaane kyun aaj tire naam pe rona aaya

(Love your sad conclusion makes me weep

Wonder why your mention makes me weep)

Yuun to har shaam umidon mein guzar jaati hai

Aaj Kuch baat hai jo shaam pe rona aaya

(Every evening was, by hope, sustained

This evening's desperation makes me weep)

Kabhi taqdir ka matam kabhi duniya ka gila

manzil-e-ishq mein har gaam pe rona aaya

(Lamenting fate, complaining of this life

In course of love each station makes me weep)

Mujh pe hi khatm hua silsila-e-nauhagarī

Iss qadar gardish-e-ayyām pe rona aaya

(The cycle of all mourning stops at me

Life's inconstant rotation makes me weep)

Jab huā zikr zamane mein mohabbat ka 'shakil'

Mujh ko apne dil-e-nākām pe rona aaya

(Whenever talk of happiness I hear

My failure and frustration makes me weep)

Shakeel Badyuni

The winds today are passing at a slow pace, hardly moving any leaf. Trees are still, waiting for the arrival of spring.
Season of love is yet to come, flowers yet to bloom.
The clouds filled the canvas, making it void of any light.

No scintillating stars, no midnight grandeur is there. He stands there on the balcony, clad in his rust-coloured sweater with denim, hairs messed up smoking the fourth cigarette in the row, burning his lungs along with his soul.

Amaya Kareem had been through hell and back, and somewhere he is the cause of it. Can destiny get any grimmer than this? Fate laughed at him.

She steps into the balcony, having two cups of masala chai. Still, with the bandages, she had taken the red pashmina around, hairs open.