To my best friend who have forgotten me🖤🥀

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Today, I was going through my archived posts and I noticed that you were always the first one to comment on my posts but today I lie on your blocklist. This thing made me go through all our memories and then I heard a song- "Saware". It expresses all my hidden feelings for you. And I just hope you to listen to it once.


//Pehle kyun na mile hum

Tanha hi kyun jale hum//


Wasn't this what we used to talk about? We used to regret about not being for each other during our lowest times which we faced before meeting each other. And today, we know each other more than anyone else but we aren't friends anymore.


//Milke muqammal hue hain

Yaa the tanha bhale hum//


We used to go through tough times but at the end of the day, we knew that we are there for each other. Today when I struggle just to find a shoulder to cry out, I realize that I am just addicted to share my feelings out to you and your absence makes me try to find you in every person around me. Sometimes, the thought whether our meeting was lucky or unlucky blocks my mind.


//Na humaara hua na tumhara huaa

Ishq ka yeh sitam na gawara hua//


When I recollect our old memories, the thing which hurts me more than anything else is our "Promises". We promised to stay with each other forever, to never let any third person come between us, to be each other's "BESTEST BEST FRIEND" forever. But, the atrocity of fate didn't allow us to keep any promise. 


//Tum se munaasib huaa hai

Phir se jeena humaara//


Before meeting you, I was doing good but once I met you, I just got the reason to live my life. Since my very childhood, I never knew the meaning of friendship but when I met you, I became capable of writing lines after lines on "Friendship"


//Dhalti raat ka ik musaafir

Subah alvida keh chala//


After teaching me every aspect of life, you bade me a miserable good bye just like a wanderer bids farewell to the darkness of night and gets ready to travel in the brightness on day. But you know what, I never thought that I was such an easy substitute in your life.


//Sun bairiya.. sanware..//


Even though you are not going to come back to my life, I will cherish our memories. To you, I maybe just a friend, but to me, you were someone whom I never wished to lose. And even if you don't ever come back to me, I would always wish for your happiness.


@_arushmita_


Saware- Phantom

https://youtu.be/RguA0jevrAc







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