Being without my pall,
I don't feel like living anymore,
Even my tears have now dried up,
Time, make me meet my match now.
It's a game my destiny plays,
I was to meet you one day.
In the grooves of our hands,
All of this story was written.
We were together across births,
I had to meet you once again.
May anybody know or not,
This moment is the most beautiful.
Wish these moments get frozen,
Let me become yours now,
I decline the heavens,
For being a tear in your eyes.
This is our ancient love,
But cursed we are,
I can't meet you in this birth.
You gave me such a love,
That nobody pleases me now.
I want to stay like this in this embrace,
And get lost in your breath.
Wish these moments get frozen,
Wish you be mine & I be yours,
Paradise be rejected by us both,
In each other's tears we may dwell.
I had hugged Kripi shortly but tightly in a crisp manner before I got onto the train on 24th of September in 2014 in the morning, after I had been to her place on her birthday on the 23rd of September to meet my dear love.
The above poem is inspired from those moments.
Also, being honest, this poem is a rough translation of the Pakistani band Jal's Hindi/Punjabi/Urdu song 'Kash Ye Pal Tham Jaayein'.
And, I refute all such assumptions that I am a hater of Islam or Pakistan because their genuinely good things like Jal the Band or other such progressive rock bands and similar artists from Pakistan can't ever be completely ignored.
Jal the alternative rock band and similar acts from Pakistan have been a major source of inspiration for me while not many Indian artists succeed to invite such acclaim from me.
My HP Poem #743
©Atul Kaushal
