Time depletes,
And I've many a calls to answer
Many a calls to make
Before I rest
Before I slid
Into some other arms.
Time exhausts,
And I've many a trips to cover
Many a places to visit
Before I take
The final trip.
I was ready to accept you
As you were
But you broke the chain
Undiscovering me.
When Gulam Ali in my tape-deck
Was piercing the dark night
Tearing the silences into pieces
The graphic equalizer of your thought
Reverberated in all my blood vessels.
My lips desperately searching your
Resigned, but to the
First Puff of narcotics.
I am mere sophistication
You termed my love
As infatuation
A childish sense of possession
After that -
Refilled many a pen
To complete this poem
But it seems
All in vain!
Direct "Dil Se"
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