somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
गली गली में बजते देखे आज़ादी के गीत रे |
Kabhi tum muje kareeb se aa k dekhna
Aise nahi jara aur paas aa k dekhna,
<
um jo kahte hume
Hum jaan laga dete
Aangan aapka sajane
Hum sara aasman s
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
I’m Not Angry Because We Broke Up,
I’m Sad Because I Can’t Let You Go..
