What doesn't kill you makes a funny story five years later.

This is where it all began. And five years later, now that all that could possibly be said (and a lot of what should never have been said) has been written, I'm no closer to forgetting your face or the warmth of your embrace. So rejoice, my muse, you are as addictive as nicotine and as time will perhaps tell, just as fatal.

Ishq mujh ka na sahi, wehshat he sahi
Meri wehshat teri shuhrat he sahi.

Thank You Hira, for the title.