Navyaa

Sometimes the loudest pain makes no noise.
The soul cries, but the lips stay sealed.
You smile, you move, you survive—
while something deep inside quietly breaks.

You don’t explain anymore.
because explanations need energy,
and grief has already taken it all.
You tell yourself it’s fate,
that maybe this was written long before you felt it.

Acceptance doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
It just means you stopped asking why.
You carry the ache with grace.
turning wounds into silence
and silence into strength.

Some nights are heavier than others,
but you still whisper to yourself—
not as surrender,
but as survival:

“Ye Rab di marzi hai.”

And somehow,
You keep going.