ye jo halka halka suroor hai

" मेरे बाद किसको सताओगे ?

मुझे किस तरह मिटाओगे ? 

कहाँ जा के तीर चलाओगे ? 

मेरी दोस्ती की बालाएं दो 

मुझे हाथ उठा कर दुआएं दो 

तुम्हे  एक क़ातिल बना दिया ! "

Weaver

Entangling myself in your intricately woven tapestries.
I dance, dancing the thousand dances of your woeful love
Patiently waiting for the yarn to make me feel its softness and lightness of being.
The paroxysms of your rage making me giddy
I translate the dizziness as I swirl the strokes of my brush to create daubs you'll never forget.
With it I whirl, not waiting to be held by you or anyone
Not wanting to be untangled or untied.
Come join me
Weave me