Compliments For Her

In my dreams, there's mostly just one girl. A little girl with trust issues, who takes her time before letting someone close, who carries a little fear of the world wherever she goes. But somehow, she comes and sits beside me. Darti hai duniya se, phir mere paas aakar nahi darti. A little girl who looks at the moon at night, stares at it for a little too long, and asks me how beautiful it really is. Jaise khudko aaine mein dekha hi nahi kabhi. Warna chaand ko itna khoobsurat kaise kehti? A little girl who wants to count the stars, one after another, trying to give a number to the endless sky, as if she could actually finish counting them. But she forgot something about numbers. KT toh tumhare mein bhi hai. ❤️ A little girl who worries that someone might be rude to her, that someone might say something that hurts, and wonders if the world is always this cruel. Par mere saamne kisi ne kuch kaha hai tumse? Phir mujhe bata dena. A little girl who wants to wake me from my sleep, with her wet hair, a sleepy face, and probably a little complaint about why I sleep so much. Maine dekha toh nahi abhi tak, par pata nahi kyun, uss subah ka intezaar hai. A little girl who forgets how beautiful she is, who searches for beauty in the moon, when she carries something brighter in herself. Tumhe chaand mein khoobsurti dikhti hai, mujhe tum mein. A little girl who dreams of a life where she can laugh without being afraid, where she can count stars from her window, where she knows someone will always be beside her. Aur main bas itna chahta hoon, ki uss kahaani mein woh “someone” main rahun. A little girl who is scared of the world, but still somehow walks toward me. Shayad isi liye, mere har dream mein woh phir milti hai. And every time I wake up, I realise I was never really dreaming of a girl. I was dreaming of her. I love you. ❤️