logo se nazrein chhupte ,
kahin kho gaya hoon...
Nahi chahiye ab koi,
nahi zarurat ab kisi ki.
Bas—
khud ko dhoondhna hai,
is raat se pehle.
Kaunsi raat?
Yehi raat... jo aankhon me hai,
yehi andhera jo meri baaton mein hai,
yehi darr... jo mere saath hai.
Kho gaya hoon apne banaye nakshon mein.
Us nakshay mein jahan har ghar ek jaise hain,
har shehar ek sa jhalakta hai—
jo chalta bhi wahi hai, rukta bhi wahi,
aur puchta bhi sirf ek hi ghar ka pata.
“Kho gaya hoon yaar main…”
These aren’t just words. I’m not just feeling lost — I am lost. Not on some street, not in a wrong city — But inside my own mind. Inside my own life. I keep running. Running from a version of myself I don’t want to accept. I hide from people, dodge their questions, avoid their eyes. Not because I’m hiding something —But because I have nothing to show.
Maybe I’m tired of pretending.
Maybe I’m scared to look into the mirror and ask myself,
"Where the hell did you go?
These aren’t just words. I’m not just feeling lost — I am lost. Not on some street, not in a wrong city — But inside my own mind. Inside my own life. I keep running. Running from a version of myself I don’t want to accept. I hide from people, dodge their questions, avoid their eyes. Not because I’m hiding something —But because I have nothing to show.
Maybe I’m tired of pretending.
Maybe I’m scared to look into the mirror and ask myself,
"Where the hell did you go?
"Nahi chahiye ab koi, nahi zarurat ab kisi ki…"
That wasn’t anger. That was exhaustion. I wasn’t pushing people away because I hated them — I was trying to protect them from the version of me I no longer understood. At that point, I didn’t want company. I didn’t want comfort. I just wanted time — to sit with myself,
To face myself.
Before the darkness I felt inside became too loud to silence.
That wasn’t anger. That was exhaustion. I wasn’t pushing people away because I hated them — I was trying to protect them from the version of me I no longer understood. At that point, I didn’t want company. I didn’t want comfort. I just wanted time — to sit with myself,
To face myself.
Before the darkness I felt inside became too loud to silence.
"Is raat se pehle…"
What is this raat? This isn’t the night outside my window. It’s not about the moon or the stars. This raat lives in me. It’s the quiet I carry that no one notices. It’s the dullness in my voice. The blankness in my eyes. The heavy pause between my sentences. It’s the darr — the fear I don’t talk about, That walks beside me like a shadow, Even on sunny days.
And I know… if I don’t find myself before this raat fully consumes me,
Then maybe, I’ll lose myself forever.
“Kho gaya hoon apne banaye nakshon mein…”
I built a map for my life. Like everyone else, I had dreams, directions, timelines. But the truth is — All the turns I took, all the choices I made — They started to look the same. Every city I visited inside my head felt copy-pasted. Every decision… repetitive. Every home I imagined? It led to the same empty doorstep.
The map I trusted
Became the same trap I now can’t escape.
sometimes, you don’t need answers.
You just need a voice to say what you’ve been feeling.
This was mine.
sometimes, you don’t need answers.
You just need a voice to say what you’ve been feeling.
This was mine.
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