If your bleeding wounds are left to me,
I should kiss them every time
Until they heal all of you
And bruise all of me,
I would put them close to my heart forever,
The blood should be the henna of.....
Fire, dust, ash and soothave settled, at last,over the petals of red,I had planted for You,to adorn your comingBut, Love - war brews my land,Melting skins and identities to unknowns and graves,Wa.....
How should I tell you everything
That is sealed in the glued pages,
The truth is-
Oh! I cannot say,
The fallen leaves of my heart
have died in melancholy
and the fading petals
are slowly .....