A time where I have no idea, Of what is going happen, Or what is happening. A heart divided into two parts, Is asked to be weighed on a scale, Which is bigger and which is not? The one that did not receive any love or attention, Is that the bigger one? Does that occupy the bigger space? Or is it the one that recieved all of this? When his songs became mine, Without him knowing, I was doomed, When I told the world about this, I was shunned. Which is the bigger half? The one with gold, Or the one with ensnarled with beauty? Is it the Ishq I want? Or is the Moh?