Zindagi Bewafaa Hai Yeh Maana Magar Chor Kar Raho Mein Jaoge Tum Agar Cheen Launga Main Aasmaan Se Tumhe... #songsandstories She had left without a goodbye. He could not even hold her in his arms. He had danced to destruction. Perhaps of a part of himself. That ached him. For years he had wandered. Like a vagabond. Truly homeless. He had spend days and nights, decades and eras wandering through the desert, the forest and the mountains. There was no peace in his heart, no purpose to life. His hands still searched hers, his eyes never tired in a look out for her soul. Somewhere in the crowd, he believe
