Har ek duaa mein usko hi maanga sadaa
woh bhi mujhe maang le...
Forbidden Love
In a sea of black, this is the only red;
the only breath of fresh air in her stifled world
yet they tell her it is a crime;
a crime that she will pay for dearly.
Dark eyes under a star studded veil look this way and that
searching, gazing
dreaming of futile things
things she reads only in Mills and Boon.
Clandestine meetings, hurried phone calls
she whispers frantically
afraid that someone will hear,
afraid that she may lose her life.
Betrothed to a man with three wives,
she dreams of escaping her hell-hole
envisioning a new life
a new land
a couple of children maybe
just like in Mills and Boon.
They told her she would pay for it dearly
and the last thing she sees
is the glint of a double-edged sword
and her father's face, contorted with fury.
In a world where honour is paramount
she is nothing,
nothing but a hollow wooden toy.
Graveless, she languishes beneath the ground
and in a sea of black, her red stands out
glowing jewel bright
trickling through
like a teardrop down her pallid face.
the only breath of fresh air in her stifled world
yet they tell her it is a crime;
a crime that she will pay for dearly.
Dark eyes under a star studded veil look this way and that
searching, gazing
dreaming of futile things
things she reads only in Mills and Boon.
Clandestine meetings, hurried phone calls
she whispers frantically
afraid that someone will hear,
afraid that she may lose her life.
Betrothed to a man with three wives,
she dreams of escaping her hell-hole
envisioning a new life
a new land
a couple of children maybe
just like in Mills and Boon.
They told her she would pay for it dearly
and the last thing she sees
is the glint of a double-edged sword
and her father's face, contorted with fury.
In a world where honour is paramount
she is nothing,
nothing but a hollow wooden toy.
Graveless, she languishes beneath the ground
and in a sea of black, her red stands out
glowing jewel bright
trickling through
like a teardrop down her pallid face.
and all across the land
they silently cry from within
lamenting over love that was never to be,
their own little secret
burning them inside out like coal.
Forbidden love
that must be silenced, they say.
Wildflower
In this unforgiving wilderness
in a land bereft of life
two roses bloom, softly, silently
all alone in some forgotten corner.
Surviving gunshots and empty eyes
they grow beside each other
bloodstained and withered
yet alive.
In a land devoid of compassion
this is the only splash of colour
....two roses bloom
their roots intertwined with each other.
Growing steadily on a diet of flames and tears,
with each wound and slash,
the roots dig deeper into the ground
intertwining with each other
never to let go.
Two roses bloom
spreading their fragrance all around
but it is masked by the smell of gunpowder and blood.
The petals are slowly falling off
one by one by one
but they cling to each other,
deep down in the soil
never to let go.
