The boat, tied close to the shore. Attached and secure in her being bound. Proud that the storm shall not overcome her. Illusioned and happy to belong to the post she’s tied to. Negligent of the frail rope by which she is bound. Negligent of its straining…the opening up of its swirls.
And then a day when she finds herself loose, untied and unsure. Forced towards the rough unwelcoming sea. Drifting off aimlessly, insecure, susceptible to storms, vulnerable to winds………..
But free
Free to explore
Discovering a freedom that comes of insecurity
Taaruf rog ho jaaye, to us ko bhoolna behtar
Taaluq bojh ban jaaye, to us ko todna accha
Who afsaana jise anjaam tak, laana na ho mumkin
Use ek khoobsurat mod dekar chhodna accha
And then a day when she finds herself loose, untied and unsure. Forced towards the rough unwelcoming sea. Drifting off aimlessly, insecure, susceptible to storms, vulnerable to winds………..
But free
Free to explore
Discovering a freedom that comes of insecurity
Taaruf rog ho jaaye, to us ko bhoolna behtar
Taaluq bojh ban jaaye, to us ko todna accha
Who afsaana jise anjaam tak, laana na ho mumkin
Use ek khoobsurat mod dekar chhodna accha
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