Deewane

There are feelings that make your head spin without any wine. Just one glance, and inside there is already an orchestra, fireworks, and a slight embarrassment at how foolishly your eyes smile. Everything around you becomes a bit like theatre: the wind seems to sing along, the sun shines like a spotlight, and random birds turn from extras into a choir.

Here, love is not about suffering or drama, but about that sweet obsession when a person seems like a holiday, as rare as the moon on Eid. Every word is like walking barefoot on clouds, every line smells like spring, in which even fatigue turns into rest. And you want this ‘unauthorised knockout from a glance’ to last a little longer. At least until the next breath.