I longed to drown forever in the radiance of your gaze,
yet it was the kazal that seized that sacred chance.
Then my soul yearned to find its refuge upon your chest,
but even there, a garment had already been given its stance.
Afterward, my thirst rushed to claim the nectar of your lips,
yet fearing the ruin of your lipstick’s hue,
you would not place them upon my brow.
You never saw how love-starved a lover’s heart can blaze,
how it burns with agony in silence.
Your kazal, your lipstick, your lingerie,
all are gifted the intimacy of touching you.
But I, though your lover, was denied that eternal grace,
for you never opened your heart to me.
Yet had you wished, I too could have become,
your kohl, your lipstick, your lingerie.
Had you only willed it, we could have built a home,
where beneath one roof, in love, our lives would entwine.