خلش،

Nov 29, 2009 at 5:14 PM
I don't know why am I writing this. But I feel something very strong inside me. A gap. A space. A piece of puzzle missing. I know it. I am so sure. But there are no triggers for this feeling. I've not seen an old picture. I've not received a text from old friends. I don't know the reason of this restlessness. I can feel it's presence. I feel like walking on a road, vast plains around it which I can smell. The trees. The soil. The clear sky. The sunshine. It is all real. Yet something is missing. Something is not in its right place. It's no string that connects to the past causing this feeling. The feeling of the sense of being "incomplete" prevails.
خدا کی طلب ناخدا کے ہوتے. . . طلب ہے دلدار کی دلدار کے ہوتے