May my heart
be the softest place you fall,
may this love
be the wildest place you run.
Butterflies Rising
May my heart
be the softest place you fall,
may this love
be the wildest place you run.
Butterflies Rising
Tujhe yaad kar liya hai
Aayat ki tarah
Kaayum tu ho gayi hi
Rivayat ki tara
Tujhe yaad kar liya hai
Marne talak rahegi
Tu aadat ki tarah
I’ve memorised you
like a holy verse.
For me you’ve now become
like a ritual.
I’ve memorised you;
until the moment I die, you’ll remain
like a habit of mine.
“…That he, an echo
and you, a sound-
I loved you more
than love allowed.”
“More Than Love”, Lullabies (p.55).
If I had my mouth, I would bite;
if I had my liberty, I would do my liking.
In the meantime,
let me be that I am,
and seek not to alter me.
Much Ado About Nothing (1.3.28-30)
It’s you I’m thinking of
Of Mutability
Do you really think God will forgive me for the blood on my hands, even if my soul was free? I’m going to hell no matter what happens. Let me have my pathetic hopeless love while I can. Just – let me pretend it will turn out all right.
Lament: The Faerie Queen’s Deception
On a day when fate and time stood witness
two star crossed lovers breathed their last.
They say witnessing a falling star
fulfils any wish,
but these two stars fell to earth
wishing only to belong to each other.
We shall meet when the setting sun
and rising moon appear together in the sky.
The sky will change colour,
and all will be bathed in an orange glow.
Winds of desire will blow
And thundering clouds will fill the skies.
Dry leaves will murmur
and untimely rains will wash the earth.
All that will remain will be
the fire of love in our hearts.
On that day
we will become one
for eternity.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re within each other all along.
“She stains the time past: lights the time to come.”
Duchess of Malfi, 1.1.213-4