Left alone as a guest
in her house in the morning,
her girl dogs barked
while I was behind the
Tareef uski karo jisne ye jhoolay
k khambay lagaey thay
Ta k koi jhoolay main jhoolay
aur agal bagal khaDay log dekhaiN.
What's left of Indian summer is this -
Parched lands, all vegetation gone
No grass, cattle starve in the grazing fields
Dust strewn heat waves you can see with bare eyes
I feel your beauty
When you whisper love to me
in the bed at night.
You have converted
You did the kalaam
You are no more kafirs
All Suhl now, you are one of us
It is Sunday morning
I want to sleep late
Last night I partied
She has touched my heart, who is she?
If she doesn't ask how I feel, who'd ask me?
I got lost in her love just after one meeting
Wind brings fragrance from flower fields
Water in streams flows murmuring slowly
Smooths rough stones softly, gently
Flowers on the bank sway in the breeze
Words make wonders for you
If you know what they mean.
Goose Bumps for example -
the chilling sensation that
Moon, we call you cool, beautiful
Yet your face is stained
You are not perfect