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Recently by nina-the-liar
- Teri batoon main aisa uljha jiya
- Bringing down the horse
- Far behind
- Choppy thoughts
- Hum nay na kaha tha!
- Jub hum na hoon gey to beharwa, bolo kiya phir aao gey ...
- Aksar shab-e-tanhai main ~
- Meray dil, tu hai musafir ~ zindagi eik safar hai.
- Guys and Dolls
- Teray liay janam, teray liay
- Itna lamba ksh lo yaro dum nikal jaye, zindagi sulgao yaro gum nikal jaye.
- Teray wastay main, taaraa, tara jallah.
- dil ka kiya rang karoon, khon-e-jigar honay tak?
- No Title
- waqt ka kiya hai, guzarta hai, guzar jaye ga
- Naye kapray badal kar jaon kahan, aur bal banon kis kay liay?
I'm in a haste to finish everything these days. Every waking moment seems to be an alarming emergency. No matter how simple the task might be, it must be done in a hurry. If I’m standing up, then I’m constantly strolling, if I find myself idly sitting on the sofa, then I constantly wring my finers. Every single second is accounted for with some small nervous action.
There really need not be any hurry, for, I have not much to do and nowhere to go. Maybe, it is an old habit, this race with time I've become used to defeating, which is making me run around in a constant panic. I’ve ran so hard in my lifetime, that now even the process of slowing down, or stopping, is taking its time. It's screeching to a halt. Or maybe, it is the return of caffeine in my system??
The thing is, it is just not my actions that are multi-tasking, my thoughts are also running along with every action and even quicker. The faster a thought is reaching completion, the task tries to get there first. It is as if someone has pushed the alarm button in my brain and everything feels like a state of emergency.
How does one slow this down? This race with time. I know it is an rigged race because there are no goals to achieve, no deadlines to reach, no finish lines to touch. I’m just running, just so time can notice my tries. I’m such a faker!
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