I am not my own self tonight; feeling like a pressure on my temples. I close my eyes, I try to think of you, I fail miserably. Each time I close my eyes, I feel the headache all new again.
Why are you so much far away? I think of that poem from Gitanjali: “O fool! Try to carry thyself on thy own shoulders! O beggar, to come beg at thy own door! Leave all thy burden on his hands who can bear all, and never look back in regret.”
Why me? I was a fool, but I did seek to leave all my burdens in your hands. Never did I regret. “Sab daagh haiN is dil mein, ba_juz daagh e nadaamat..” Then. Why. Me.
Alone and lonely, I sit here waiting for a single glance of benevolence from you. To bring me out of this misery.