street song

Held them close,like petals of a flower

But they laughed on my dirt,

Left them away,like petals in air

they fly away forever.

When the tree got hurt 

and blamed the leaves,

they withered and left home,

ran through streets,

collapsed through strangers

who never took them home,

and at the end, turned  to dust

to end up near the roots,

For they always held love.

with changed names,

and broken shadows

I was running like those leaves

on streets,

Was searching for the petals,

with a flower incomplete,

And then came you.

From years, I have known,

But it was that night

when i saw the face beneath the veil.

The words ,half said.

Like a song unfinished.

Could i turn to the parting of you lips,

and steal the music 

time forgot to hear?

The secrets,left untouched

Like a sculpture  half done,

Could i turn to your dupatta 

where your tears slept?

that night, when i held your hand in mine

traveled through clouds that shined,

In darkness i gazed on the ring on your finger

that sang me a song of silver.

I still hold that song , as i lay on streets

It keeps me awake, or sleep forever

Tonight i try to scribble through the dust 

on windows,

If love is words,

you are a letter,

what shall i write to you?