Can you look right through me? Can you really read the faded engravings on my face that others cannot?
Is it that obvious? Or are you just a keen observer?
How can you read me? How can you discover what I've tried to veil ever since? How can you know?
You know who I am. You have found out what I had purposely concealed behind the curtains of my errors. And surprisingly, I am glad someone did. But, the someone would be you... I never thought like that.
How come they don't see it? How come? Those who proclaim their love for me, who profess to know me. Why can't they see what you saw?
You saw the real me. Is it the blood ties? No. It can't be. I'm tied with the same ribbons of blood to them as well but, they didn't see. You did.
How can I ever tell you how glad I feel? Knowing that someone knows who you really are despite being wrapped in a hundred veils, is elating.
3 comments:
that's pretty heart warming. Nicely done.
take a bow.
u came back with a bang..many posts :) nd seems that YOU in this post, ki nazar kafi taiz ha :)
Alpha Za: Thank you. :)
majworld: yea, kafi taiz hai masha'Allah.
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