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- 🌙 When Dawn Arrives Too Early: A Journey Through Absence, Timing & the Quiet Ache of Waiting Poem I arrived before your morning could lift its eyelids, before the sky remembered its duty to glow. Did the world fall asleep halfway through its breath, or did you slip into some uncharted hollow where even my shadow fails to follow? Your silence lingers like a lantern grown tired— still warm, yet dim in its devotion. And here I stand, where forgotten echoes gather courage to call your name again. Tell me— did the night delay its own footsteps, or did your heart wander into an invisible turn where even longing cannot find its way home? --- Introduction: A Line That Stops Time Some sentences do not behave like sentences at all. They arrive like a soft knock on the inner door, or like a hush that halts the room. “Teri aane se pehle main aa gayi, kya zamana so gaya ya tum kho gayi?” I arrived before you, has the world fallen asleep—or have you simply been lost? In these words lies a ten...

- 🌙 When Dawn Arrives Too Early: A Journey Through Absence, Timing & the Quiet Ache of Waiting Poem I arrived before your morning could lift its eyelids, before the sky remembered its duty to glow. Did the world fall asleep halfway through its breath, or did you slip into some uncharted hollow where even my shadow fails to follow? Your silence lingers like a lantern grown tired— still warm, yet dim in its devotion. And here I stand, where forgotten echoes gather courage to call your name again. Tell me— did the night delay its own footsteps, or did your heart wander into an invisible turn where even longing cannot find its way home? --- Introduction: A Line That Stops Time Some sentences do not behave like sentences at all. They arrive like a soft knock on the inner door, or like a hush that halts the room. “Teri aane se pehle main aa gayi, kya zamana so gaya ya tum kho gayi?” I arrived before you, has the world fallen asleep—or have you simply been lost? In these words lies a ten...

- 🌙 When Dawn Arrives Too Early: A Journey Through Absence, Timing & the Quiet Ache of Waiting Poem I arrived before your morning could lift its eyelids, before the sky remembered its duty to glow. Did the world fall asleep halfway through its breath, or did you slip into some uncharted hollow where even my shadow fails to follow? Your silence lingers like a lantern grown tired— still warm, yet dim in its devotion. And here I stand, where forgotten echoes gather courage to call your name again. Tell me— did the night delay its own footsteps, or did your heart wander into an invisible turn where even longing cannot find its way home? --- Introduction: A Line That Stops Time Some sentences do not behave like sentences at all. They arrive like a soft knock on the inner door, or like a hush that halts the room. “Teri aane se pehle main aa gayi, kya zamana so gaya ya tum kho gayi?” I arrived before you, has the world fallen asleep—or have you simply been lost? In these words lies a ten...

- 🌙 When Dawn Arrives Too Early: A Journey Through Absence, Timing & the Quiet Ache of Waiting Poem I arrived before your morning could lift its eyelids, before the sky remembered its duty to glow. Did the world fall asleep halfway through its breath, or did you slip into some uncharted hollow where even my shadow fails to follow? Your silence lingers like a lantern grown tired— still warm, yet dim in its devotion. And here I stand, where forgotten echoes gather courage to call your name again. Tell me— did the night delay its own footsteps, or did your heart wander into an invisible turn where even longing cannot find its way home? --- Introduction: A Line That Stops Time Some sentences do not behave like sentences at all. They arrive like a soft knock on the inner door, or like a hush that halts the room. “Teri aane se pehle main aa gayi, kya zamana so gaya ya tum kho gayi?” I arrived before you, has the world fallen asleep—or have you simply been lost? In these words lies a ten...

🌙 When Dawn Comes Before You — جب میں تم سے پہلے آ گئی --- POEM (English + Urdu) English I reached before your morning could stretch its arms, before the sky remembered how to wake. Did the world fall asleep midway, or did you drift into a forgotten lane where even my echo refuses to reach? Your silence glows like a tired lantern— warm once, now trembling softly. Here I stand, on the doorstep of fading echoes, calling your name with a quiet hope. Tell me— did the night delay itself, or did your heart wander into a corridor where even longing cannot find the door? Urdu (اردو) میں تو تمہاری صبح سے پہلے آ گئی، جب آسمان ابھی جاگنا سیکھ رہا تھا۔ کیا زمانہ آدھی نیند میں سو گیا تھا، یا تم کسی گم شدہ گلی میں مڑ گئے جہاں میری آواز بھی پہنچ نہیں پاتی؟ تمہاری خاموشی— ایک تھکا ہوا چراغ ہے، جو بجھا نہیں مگر پوری طرح جل بھی نہیں پاتا۔ میں اسی دہلیز پر کھڑی ہوں جہاں بازگشت بھی تمہارا نام لیتے ہوئے کانپتی ہے۔ بتاؤ— رات نے خود دیر کی، یا تمہارا دل اس ان دیکھی راہداری میں کھو گیا جہاں واپسی...

- 🌙 When Dawn Arrives Too Early: A Journey Through Absence, Timing & the Quiet Ache of Waiting Poem I arrived before your morning could lift its eyelids, before the sky remembered its duty to glow. Did the world fall asleep halfway through its breath, or did you slip into some uncharted hollow where even my shadow fails to follow? Your silence lingers like a lantern grown tired— still warm, yet dim in its devotion. And here I stand, where forgotten echoes gather courage to call your name again. Tell me— did the night delay its own footsteps, or did your heart wander into an invisible turn where even longing cannot find its way home? --- Introduction: A Line That Stops Time Some sentences do not behave like sentences at all. They arrive like a soft knock on the inner door, or like a hush that halts the room. “Teri aane se pehle main aa gayi, kya zamana so gaya ya tum kho gayi?” I arrived before you, has the world fallen asleep—or have you simply been lost? In these words lies a ten...