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The roo of your presence
was something that left me in awe.

The syncopated warmth
was something that made me see you,
without our eyes meeting.

The way of your gauging- at me-
was something that made me realise,
your affection is beyond.

My mistake was, I asked you,
to veil and brim me, with your pixie scarlet.

My mistake was, I knew, you deserve it complete,
not partly.

My mistake was, I thought,
to give you a chance.

And yours?

Your mistake was, you left me too soon-
and never put all your trust in me for once.

You held close your imagination like victim,
not welcoming it in reality as it is, for once.

Why?

For it arrived at your feet so effortless.
"And how's that even possible? Even for once!"

हमदम तू सितमगर कब हुआ? अब तेरे ख्याल जफ़ा है.
आदत कब बन गई? पता ही ना चला. शायद गलती मेरी थी.
एहसास देर से हुआ की, तुझसे कोई वास्ता ही ना था।

And each devine second I breathe beside you,
that tangling vibration innate me, and touch.

How easy it was for you to wipe away brooks,
that ran within me, aching, with just your eyes on me.

And how each dark second I wasn't able to make a hold of you, and that broke me in pieces--
Swirling storms raving recurrences!

How easy it was for you to wipe away the past,
move on and leave me, and say,
'You don't make me feel special,'

When I, here, steadily, gave in,
my each next verse...to you.

मेरे जान-इ-ग़ज़ल को न बोलना कुछ...इस उल्फ़त-इ-हर्फ़ की महज़ वो ही एक वजह है।