Us:
Part icebergs and dormant volcanoes,
Sharing anecdotes from past love stories
While
Listening to love songs sung by ex-lovers,
Ex-flames, and ex-muses.
This much remains:
Smudged kajal; squinted gazes.
And a bit of self-imposed, incensed silences.
Us:
Islands unto ourselves scattered,
Across rivers of time and space,
Feeling certain songs and ghazals,
As bridges,
Which trigger that immediate cause.
And in the aftermath of
Our collision and eruption,
This much remains:
Bliss, peace.
Aur thode khushi ke aansoon.
Part icebergs and dormant volcanoes,
Sharing anecdotes from past love stories
While
Listening to love songs sung by ex-lovers,
Ex-flames, and ex-muses.
This much remains:
Smudged kajal; squinted gazes.
And a bit of self-imposed, incensed silences.
Us:
Islands unto ourselves scattered,
Across rivers of time and space,
Feeling certain songs and ghazals,
As bridges,
Which trigger that immediate cause.
And in the aftermath of
Our collision and eruption,
This much remains:
Bliss, peace.
Aur thode khushi ke aansoon.
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