"jitney bhi zakme hai mere dil par
doston ke lagayein hue hai."
my words run into each other
with no rhyme and reason,
my hands tremble
with no regard for my shame,
my heart laughs at me
with no care for my sadness.
for we never think about the punishment
before we commit the crime.
the moon shall rise five times
and the sun shall sleep for four nights
and i shall awake from this pleasant dream
and break the mirrors in the house.
for we never think about the crime
before we commit to love.