After years I saw
A sweetheart kind of person
 
It's slipped my mind now
but it was a nice kind of name
eyebrows kind of artistically drawn
gaze sort of lowered
words kind of hesitant
manner of speaking kind of slow
were they words or fireflies on a journey of sound
 
like lighting up a path through the jungles
dreams of him/her in my dreams
memories of him/her in my memories
blending in my sleep
like it keeps vigil
Even before many people have come to my life
but in every way
he/she was sort of different from others
further, love brought unfulfilment
 
fresh from the time spent together
my heart was sort of afraid
a part of it was that since ages
even I hadn't cried
other part was that poison had extinguished
consolation from well wishers
then it happened that the rains had settled in my eyes
then it happened that as if
my heart was also ailing
temperament was of indifference, mannerisms of friendship
 
 
he/she was a stranger yet
seemed like my love
now what can I say why I have misunderstandings
he/she wasn't disloyal but feels as disloyal
to be honest friends, I didn't know
 
doom would be made
out of a little incident
coincidentally even I saw him/her yesterday evening
now my condition is also sort of like 'Faraz' (poet)
now my condition is also sort of like 'Faraz' (poet)
after years I saw
A sweetheart kind of person
It's slipped my mind now
but it was a nice kind of name
but it was a nice kind of name
