“Why shall I speak of the damage of love? When it rejuvenates me just as much In love, people happen to say too much, But for me, words do not work as my crutch I reminisce the time I fell… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Shall I speak of the consequence One, that your attention causes? Words you utter keep me stunned, My heart stops up at your gazes.… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Why is my love for you, dyed in wool? What is the hindrance to moving on? Why in love have I been made a… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“These fragments, these shivers of my heart Are mere lifetimes enclosed in a minute” — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Do you remember how the sun, set On the occasion, we last conversed? First, it hid behind some lousy clouds As I was uttering… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Why shall I speak of the damage of love? When it rejuvenates me just as much In love, people happen to say too much,… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“It is the fire that consumes me; It is an inexplicable love, It is the rain that calms me; It is a melody from… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Darkness my beloved home, I return! I return, not whole, but damaged. Fatigued by quixotic tendencies, The prodigal has come back famished. An outer… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Child of shadows, once born of flesh Un-winged, amidst fear and agony ‘Fraid of the lurking and yet to come Oblivious, to the code… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Old friend, I am writing to you again The infamous tale of squandered love To have my denial broken by myself To have accepted… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
