A thing.

Piyu bole aur piya bole,
Par kaun kya keh gaya jaan bhi gayi to maanu na.
Jiya bin dole dul-dulaye,
Kyu ye roye pata ho to batao na.
Dil ki jo baatein hai, baatein jo dil ki hai vo labz par aa kar, hichkichakar, iraada badalkar, vrath bin tode pathh mod dein toh bacha kya?
My eyes stayed closed lest they give away your memories.
Piyu bole jo vo bole, jo mai bolu vo jaane na.
When I ramble, my mind’s in a rumble but the words tumble out of my mouth without a stumble.
Kab ye ithlake behti hui nadi of thoughts turned into a scramble of waves over waves, crash over crash pata hi nahi chala.
Uchli mai, mere shabd, mera mann, mere sapne, mere apne.
Saans…
Saans…
Saans…
Door meri manzil hai par ghabrakar I walk that way, the bricks of our home turning into wisps of memories behind me.
Balkhake kaise koi chalegi jo jaanti hi nahi uska ghar ab kaha hai?
Home is where you are.
Home is where you were.
Home is where you aren’t.
Home is.
Home was.
Sapne to badal jaate hai, Sagar to sukh jaate hai: mere hi tarah piya.
Piyu bole haule haule, jo vo bole jaane kaun?
Maine pucha ek ghata se: ye bojh kaise sambhal leti ho? Aansuon ki boondein samet samet kar thak nahi jaati ho?
Dard se sukhi zameen, iss sukh ki pyaasi zameen ko tum de bhi kya paogi? Mann ki pyaas, tann ki pyaas, pyaas pyaas pyaas… Pyaar ki pyaas.
Then I trembled a little, crumbled a little, and burst into a flood.
Cham cham cham roti mai, thak thak kar soti mai tere hi tarah piya.
Piyu bole kaafi bolein, jo mai bolu jaanu na.