Another Mortal Life

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.