Crash and eject.

We were moving like a tornado, crashing through the world's known and unknown, to be abruptly halted, separated and suspended over all the dimensions that were once a blur. Now, I exist and nothing else does. There is neither pain nor happiness, neither questions nor answers, neither motion nor time. It is as if amidst all the chaos, only distance survived. And only distance may grow. 

The fading image of a beautiful pain

"She loved the pain of missing her so much that one day, she left. 

She would bask in this glorious world bereft of her, swelled up in endless anguish. 

The million stings like water pellets on a stormy night, through her every thought, every association. 

Until one morning, she realized she couldn't remember whether the dimple on her face was on right or the left."

Nasha

ऐसा नशा चढ़े की बस... लगे हसीन ऐसी ही है ज़िन्दगी जैसी हमें इस पल में लग रही है. 
बस कभी कभी असलीयत की महक भी आती रहे ताकि याद आए कि नशा किया था.