phir le aaya dil

The dust has settled here like old songs.

The sink is a tired brass thali, stained with turmeric and time.

The stove, an old courtesan, draped in last night’s “Dal Fry”

On the chair, The rebellious dry clothes— have refused fold themselves, awaiting for the ones still in Machine.

Creeped into a random corner — Ash, Smoke & Buds, This bathroom needs a shower himself

Some Comfortable silences flickers in the dark— Maybe The bijli bill is not paid,

I know, I know—this house is a mess,

I promise, I promise— I will clean it all,

But for now,

The door is open,

Come on in,

toh fir samjhlo maine tumhe azaad kar diya

Dil bhe mera tabah hai, Himmat bhe passt hai

Tum sochti bohot ho, Toh yeh bhe sochna

Mere Shikast asl main kiske Shikast hai?

aise nikle ke jaise dumm nikle

aag dil-sheher mein lagi jis din

sabse aakhir mein vahan se hum nikle

Farishta