Hai dil khaamakha pareshan bada,
Isko koi samjha de zara.
Ishq mein fanaa ho jaana,
Hai dastoor yahi.
"Jisme ho sabr ki fitrat,"
Woh ishq hi nahin!
I didn’t love you softly, Meerab.
I loved you the only way I knew—dangerous, unrelenting.
I never learned the difference between holding on and breaking.
So I let silence speak before I destroyed more than just you.
You called it love, but it felt like a warning.
It wasn’t freedom you feared—it was losing control of me.
You say I flew away. Maybe I did.
Or maybe I just stopped landing where I was never meant to stay