kisi din subah
jab tum kholo aankhein apni
aur muskurao chupke se
raat ke kisi sapne pe
jab tum kholo aankhein apni
aur muskurao chupke se
raat ke kisi sapne pe
us waqt agar
tumhare chehre par jhuke
main bhar jaoon tumhare naino mein
bus jaoon tumhare hothon mein
tumhare chehre par jhuke
main bhar jaoon tumhare naino mein
bus jaoon tumhare hothon mein
tumhi batao pyaar
kaisi woh subah hogi
kaisi woh subah hogi
a dream for a morning.
translation, i’ll attempt in the comments section.
m not writing poems here. there is no craft involved. all these are just pieces of conversation we’ve. like the last one before christmas. or when i imagine i’ve talked to her, like this one, today.
image courtsey, getty images.
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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