I roam the streets, silent and still, I look for You, in each and everything. I have come a long way from myself, so away, so long, that I, myself have become a memory. And so I seek Your gaze, to See myself, But what am I ? Without Your touch ? How distant You are, yet How close I am, this place holds a fortune, for my lost self.

— Syed Murtaza Haroon

It is not always Like this, it is much worse, Though,today seems endless, Still it Passes.

— Syed Murtaza Haroon

Most of the days, I am gripped by these visions, Memories! That haunt my present, What is it, That Separates me from You ? What is it, That can bring me close ? All through the night, I seek such things, All through the night, I lose Myself.

— Syed Murtaza Haroon

Tonight, It's not about You, Tonight It's about Me, It's about How Your absence, troubles me, It's about How I hide all of this Hurt. Tonight it's not about Love, Tonight it's about separations, it's about How I write, to remember You, it's about How I remember You, through all of Myself.

— Syed Murtaza Haroon