I'm waiting too long to get a sight of you .
But neither you nor the windows
noted my urge to be your sight .
like the wind stolen the fragrance shop,
i was believing to be robbed away by you from the sufi streets to a world without borders .

i was hiding the purest ache beneath my
chest to lose ,and a magical smile to
see you for a while
goodbyes never teach to forget,
and hurts never ask for forgiveness
because you're my beloved I loved .
i couldn't believe "you" was a word
which I learnt to lose in yesterdays .

in the busy streets ,my love was
unrecognised forever,
but it saved by those innocent kids and by the cooing pigeon in abandoned mahal .
i was weaving a dream that can veil
my dead heart so close.
now the story of my heart is buried in the history of sufi streets .
Every dusted bricks had touched my tears,
and the fragrance is yet to be recognised atleast once by you my beloved !

by the passage of time ,
I lose you along with the noon stories of cooing pigeon and the broken window .
but the remaining imprints a reason to believe I once lived for my best memories.


© NightLight