02-04-2026
Hello everyone 🌙
Kal raat 12 baj gaye the aur mere almost sab kaam pending the. Par uss waqt mera bilkul mann nahi tha kaam karne ka. Isliye maine decide kiya ki thoda read karu, kyunki mujhe reading bahut pasand hai. Phir maine ek pen aur book uthayi… aur likhna shuru kar diya.
Sach kahu toh mujhe writer banna hai... 🌹So presenting my writes below:
The Rose🌹
I remember the rose I once rejected at Marine Drive,
My friend asked me in an aesthetic vibe, while we were discussing life side by side.
Suddenly a little boy came with a bunch of roses in his hand,
My friend softly smiled and asked, “Shall I?” as we quietly stand.
I looked at the rose and smiled a little,
Then gently replied, “Na…”
Not because I didn’t love roses at all,
But I had never taken one from anyone, because I’m waiting for the one.
Then one day I was with my one, lost in a quiet moment alone,
When the same cute little boy came by, holding a rose of his own.
He looked up at me and softly asked, “Shall I?” with hopeful eyes,
I felt a little shy and whispered “No,” under the soft evening skies.
He tilted his head and asked me why, with innocence in his tone,
I lowered my eyes and softly said, “Because… I’m shy,” and moved on.
I remember the day we fought at the same place, but not the same vibe,
We were lost in arguments that slowly messed up both our lives.
And again that little boy came with roses in his hand,
But this time we were too broken to even understand.
Now I’m still waiting for that same rose from my one,
In my duas I whisper before my life is done.
Because I know if he ever hears that I’m gone one day,
He will fill my grave with roses in his own quiet way.
So I pray I receive that rose from my one before I die,
Because I have never taken a rose from anyone…
I’m still waiting for the one. 🌹
-safarnama
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