Lament

Lament (Vilaap)

 

Neither letting my heart laugh, nor letting it cry

An insidious arrow, which is neither killing nor living

There is no cure

For this wound

But Who keeps the scabs

No one but I will

As it speaks of you through the veins, through the blood

Doesn’t matter

as it flows inside or outside of my body

 

You took away me from me, my breath, my heart, my everything

but you can’t take my ache of heart

Who still yearns for you

Like an owner with no entity, no permission

You had the original

There is no copy.

 

Keep me your solace

Keep me your protector

Keep me your clown

Keep me your closet

But keep me near you

Now it is the flower which is growing, cheeky, orphan, landless

Who wants a shelter with you

Who wants to reside with you

Neither letting my heart laugh, nor letting it cry

An insidious arrow, which is neither killing nor living

There is no cure

For this wound