Living in exile home looks like a distant dream,
No boat in sight, I look at the running stream.
One day, maybe one day I'll wander far enough to find a bridge,
One day, maybe one day in this desert I'll spot a ridge.
Life, as we know it. Love, as we want it.
In all their forms, hidden or shown.
In all their shades, bright and dull.
In all their expressions, subtle and loud.
I loved, and I lost, but at least the cycle is now complete.
I haven't lost faith, but love somehow looks now obsolete.
I know not what I write, for i have no sight,
I know not how I look, but i know i have a blight.
For now am high on love, on lust, on the unspoken assurances, on the broken promises.
I survive on the unshed tears, on the infectious smiles.
I mourn the future that will never be, on the past that will never be the future, I mourn the destiny deleted.
Am intoxicated with that longing and long for that longing itself.
Jo khatam hoke bhi na khatam ho, ye kaisa anjaam hai..
Jo padh ke hum samajh hi na payen, ye kaisa paigham hai.
Dhundte rahe hum unhe har chehre mein barson,
Jisse ek akhir baar milne ki arzoo thi, unki yaad ko ye akhri salaam hai.
