I should have told you:
The tales of longingness of how,
I wrote my destiny with my own Kohl,
When tears fell, how I carried my own coffin
in my thoughts , when mind ceased
To exist, and all existed was you.
But fingers stitched every wound
With the thread of your promises.
And I let go of my self !
Had I told, may be things would not have fallen
May be, I might have understood fate
And not fought like a rebel against it !
~ Mariya Mushtaq