My shaken fingers trace a looped L
a fat-lipped OÂ sits stubbornly beside itÂ
Absent-mindedly, the VÂ curves into the e
Just like you would burrow your head in me
like the 12 months that we’ve spent apart as 2 separate entities
12 moons waned, vanished, reappearedÂ
My moon, you deserted my hungry wavesÂ
turned me arid like the desertÂ
My tides now run unpredictable:
flooding the streets as my tears run rogueÂ
drowning the Frail with my breath,Â
blowing out their light with my wind
broken hearted, I incite their death.
Oh my Khoya Chaand, my loving gracious moon
you shaped me, moulding my waters as I grew
now when I crave your scent, you took flight, far you flewÂ
you left me Chaand, left me way too soonÂ
I now lie still for without your gaze
if I dance, I prance without your glance
I run the risk of staying subdued
I wish how I wish for your sculpted arms,Â
lifting me out my state of perpetual alarm
so my lifeless form can take birth once againÂ
to briefly hold love, age-old, such which captivates men.
Not a spare pitiful glance
not once did you turn back
all that stands here is silent music, a motionless dance.
left to be carved on love’s headstone plaque.