I don’t want to sink in paradise again.
I don’t want to be wrapped up with love on a Tuesday morning, nor do I want to blush over a Saturday night.
Where will I settle when you finally let me go?
Will I mourn my love in the dark before sleeping with swollen eyes?
Or will I die every night, after waking up to a lonely morning?
Or will I waste my entire life wishing I never met you,
wishing to be 20 again, wishing to be happy again but not naive?
– Rimsha Qazi