She gave me her hands
she was bare, serene
and so out and open
and I accepted it
because it wasn't the hands
that showed her body
the physical aspects
that made her beautiful
it was the way
she portrait herself
and the spontaneity
that left her

either from her lips
or her fingers

or my poetry

वो बहती हवा है
वो बहती रही हमेशासे
मै ठहरा राहु सिधासा

वो बहती हवा है
वो कहती मुझिसे
ना देखू खुदको धीमासा

वो बहती हवा है
वो कहती मुझसे
तू साथ रहना हमेशा

ये रात अभी तो हैना
तुझी को सबकुछ कहना
तू धीमे धीमे बेहना

Take me to a brighter place
Where our love never fades
Even after we spend decades
Slowly stich my heart
Barely seems a part
Fill in some love and light
Please make this home alright
Someplace the sun is so bright
Someplace this cold won’t bite
Somewhere this world is not lame
Somewhere this life is not a game
A place where no one blames
Show them your fighter face
Take me to a brighter place

The low low hanging lights
I held sky shots
I saw her walk,
My sight froze.
Her dark black hair
Her deep deep eyes,
The dress she wore
Oh! People it was a blur
My heart was stolen,
Stolen by her.