If I Ever Write About Someone

I am a writer — I love expressing what the world needs to hear.

If I ever express you to the world, I’ll say this —

the world has many beauties,

but I thank destiny for letting me see you.

Our conversations may be few,

but I’m forever grateful for every one of them.

Today, whether your answer is yes, no, or silence —

it doesn’t matter.

Because nothing can stop the quiet obsession I have for you.

In a world where people chase butterflies

to describe their attachments,

I simply call you my attachment —

because I’ve never found anyone more worthy.

If I ever begin to write what I feel for you,

my hands might stop,

but the English language itself would run out of words.

Hey, pasandeed aurat — my chosen one —

I may not confess,

but that doesn’t mean you’re not special.

Your rejection might cause distress,

but what truly hurts

is losing the little moments we rarely share.

I like you —

not just because you’re beautiful,

but because you’re you —

the one I feel deeply attached to,

more than anyone else who dares to confess their love.

Heartfelt obsessions are ok. But you are my thought felt obsession.