Among those who crossed over
One among those who watch from the shore
I too used to be fearful of the river
There were many of us in that paper boat
I was the only one who crossed over
***
The habit of living
There is no one to come and meet me
Then why do I have the name plate on my door
When you get the habit of living
It is hard to let go
***
The fear of morning
There is nothing new about the falling of night
And that is why I am fearful
The morning that will follow
Does not include the night
That I know
***
The pleasure of wakefulness
My lips upon yours
Weighing your body
In the scales of my hands
And the smell of gunpowder in the domes till afar
After a long time I savoured the pleasure of wakefulness
***
You will be punished
You have sold the ink of the night
To the morning
You will be punished some day
For the devastation you have wrought
***
Sorrowful since the morning
Night shall halt in the middle of the wind tonight
The thought that I will not be able to
Light the lamp of my dreams
Causes a frenzy inside me
And has made me sorrowful since the morning
***
Do you remember any of it
The routes I took to reach your body
The sound of earth and the scent of wheat
I brought with me
Do you remember any of it
***
It rained for a long time
In the evening, behind the fig leaves
A bare-foot whisper
Ran so swiftly
It nearly suffocated me
I yearned for a drink that tasted of sand
There in the distance a storm brewed
And then it rained for a long time
***
I am scared
I am scared
I am scared of those moments
Those moments yet to come
That will search
With great freedom
Every corner of my heart
For those dreams, and those secrets
That I have kept hidden from this world
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