m.

[kaunmelancholy]

How out of place I feel when I realise that,

I've kept searching centuries to find one who'll understand me as you once did

but I never remember you asking once,

nor did I about the passions that consumed us

Perhaps love truly is all consuming-

Blurred into one another, consumed.

It was hard to tell our souls apart.

[kaunmelancholy]

Inn lehron ke paas hawayein hai

Chand ke paas hazaar aashiq hai

Iss mitti mai bhi phool teyh

Inn phoolo ke paas bhi makkhi aati thi

meri mohabbat mai hai koi nahi

iss ishq ka koi aashiq hai koi nahi

Khuda ne saari kudrat ko sukoon diya  samajne vaala diya,

bas iss betaab dil ko kudrat ke ilava aur koi nahi diya.

[kaunmelancholy]

from heaven and sorrow, کشمیر was born.