मिट्टी का मटका और रिष्टे की कीमत
सिर्फ बनाने वाले को ही पता होती हैं
तोडने वाले को नहीं
गलत होकर खुद को सही साबित करना इतना मुश्किल नहीं होता
जितना सही होकर खुद को सही साबित करना होता है
I found your name inside a file
A ghost preserved for just a while
Time stands faith code to case
But I still see your face in waves
Laughter, hands and fragile code
Fragments from the life we wrote
A digital
goodbye repeated
A promise we deleted
A promise we deleted
A ghost that keeps repeating The words we never mean
A promise we deleted
But can't escape its scream
Love reduced then re-computed A promise we deleted
The
folders hung with static snow A trace of what we used to know
Your message blinks then disappears
Like echo fading through the years
I tried to save what couldn't last Backed up dreams from futures past
But memories never undefeated A promise we deleted
If data dreams of touch and skin Then let it crash and start again
I'll meet you where the files repeat Between the lost and incomplete
A promise we deleted But it's still on my tongue
A song we once completed Now half erased, unsung
A promise we deleted
But ghost can't stay defeated
You're still here, uncompleted
A promise we deleted