You came again to me-
In the moonlit night,
Once more in March.
Like the other nights,
......
What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
......
Here I am
Living with my heart
that has been beating
in a never-ending way,
Resonating to the
lyrics of wind
blowing among the trees
that chat so silently
in forests distant, unknown.
......
Days passed,
Months passed,
Years of waiting-
For someone might
Turn up a day.
Like a pomegranate
In the mountains high
I had been waiting,
......
Every morning
I embark upon an expedition
In search of some meaning
To make sense of it all
There are innumerable dunes
Of varying size and complexity
On this infernal plane of existence
I hop on,
From one to another
Under scorching heat of passions
......
What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
......
Here I am
Living with my heart
that has been beating
in a never-ending way,
Resonating to the
lyrics of wind
blowing among the trees
that chat so silently
in forests distant, unknown.
......
Have you ever
Soothed the pain
Of the weary?
Have you ever
......
You came again to me-
In the moonlit night,
Once more in March.
Like the other nights,
......
Days passed,
Months passed,
Years of waiting-
For someone might
Turn up a day.
Like a pomegranate
In the mountains high
I had been waiting,
......