Another Mortal Life

मैं खो गया हूँ कहीं

Tumko ye khoob lagi hogi baat

Ki hum bhi tumpe mar mite...

Tumko ye khoob lagi hogi baat

Ki hum bhi tumpe mar mite.

Humko ye khoob lagi baat...

Tum to humpe mari nahiin.

:D

Waqt aate mein khwahish, to,

Waqt jaate mein dard tu hi.

Waqt hote mein ishq bhi tu,

Waqt beete mein tu khudai.

As you stir the silence in the air,

I feel the truth unfold, so rare.

A gentle ache where moments weave,

In the space between, we believe.

Your voice, like strings, hums through the night,

A quiet song, a shimmer of light.

Each strum, a touch; each fret, a sigh—

We share the untold song, our eyes belie.

With every tremor, the silence speaks,

A language old, where time is weak.

In the curve of your form, in the curve of your grace,

I find the music, I find my place.

With every chord, with every sound,

Together we shape the world around.

The air is laden with melodies entwined,

As the space between us softly aligns.

And in this ache, there’s something sweet—

A quiet harmony where two souls meet.

As you stir the silence in the air,

The truth we make, so rare.

नहीं होना शामिल मुझे दुनिया के तमाशे में,

जो बोल दिया ये तो तमाशा एक नया हो गया

ज़मीं छूट चुकी है, आसमां मिला नहीं

 Is shab ke muqaddar mein sahar hi nahin 'mohsin' 

dekha hai kai baar charaaghon ko bujha kar.

(Mohsin Naqwi)

Sleepless, found my own meaning in it, which may be grossly different from the one intended by the poet.