Unasked Yet Received
Isn’t it strange?
The person you longed for so much that you lost your own peace,
Forgot yourself entirely,
Sacrificed your beautiful life for their sake,
Someone else will get them,
Even without asking.
Someday
I know, one day you too will burn in regret,
Just as I burn now, loving you.
You too will burn someday,
And you’ll realize that after me,
No one ever desired you this deeply,
No one ever loved you for so long.
Difference
To some, love is just like clothing,
They change it whenever they wish.
And others, once they love,
They stay there for a lifetime.
Both are called the finest of creation,
Yet, what a difference!
The Foolish Couple
One chooses another to be happy,
The other believes,
That the one who chose them will keep them happy.
But in truth, both are fools.
In the end, neither can make the other happy.
Your own happiness lies only within you,
And you alone must ensure it.
The Tired Soul
You ignored a soul,
Already weary from family troubles,
From worries about the future,
From the humiliation of society.
A soul that saw you as its end of exhaustion, its peace,
That sought its final comfort only in you.
Exchange
You may walk away, leaving behind a heart full of grief.
But I still love you,
If I curse you in return for sorrow,
Then what difference remains between you and me?
I would rather pray instead,
That incompleteness never consumes you,
That you may find every happiness you ever hoped for,
And that your moonlit smiling face never fades.
Queen of the Heart
Don’t try to scare me with distance,
It’s just a word to me, nothing more.
You are the queen of my heart,
You reign deep inside my heart.
And I know how close you truly are,
No matter how much you pretend to be far.
Plea
Sit down, come, let’s think, spread out the mat.
Tell me, what are we fighting for in vain?
Come, let’s sacrifice all the complaints,
Corner our egos to a quiet place.
Then let’s love again,
Whatever love still remains inside the home.
See how fleeting we are.
Come, let’s spend the rest of our lives together.
From dust we came, and to dust we shall return.
Worthless - 2
The one in whose false illusion I remain drowned,
Where I find comfort even knowing it’s deceit,
Whose act of love still pleases me,
Whom I believed to be my entire world,
How strange!
To that person, my life is worth no more
Than the life of an ant.
New Fragrance
I am only an empty perfume bottle,
Used up, discarded, no one keeps with care.
And over there, look,
A new fragrance is calling her name.