Rain washed away everything

Rain has washed away all colors

And painted the city wet

Mud has spoken to my shoes

And moist is the air in my head

Tears are marrying rain drops

Sleep has divorced my eyes red

Sadness wore grey raincoat

Joy took shelter under my bed

All my poems are cold now

Cuddled up all behind my old books

I am all alone out here

Waiting for Sun’s warm looks.

Your love is the limit of my being

Your love is the limit of my love

I exhaust my being in you

To the very limits of my existence

I no longer remain sane

I swing between the borders

Of sense and senselessness

At time I sense

Even the whisper of a falling leaf

And at times

I am senseless

Even to the blazing fire in front of me

What have you made of me?

I part the river in two

And even find myself

Talking to you on the mountain top

You promise me flood

And make me build a ship

To be saved for you

What have you made of me?

You exhaust me in your love

Your love is the limit of my being

The limits of the limits of my existence!

"Sheene' Jung"

Tumhey yaad hai
Meri tumhari barf ki jung?

Tumney apne naazuk
Thand se magroor haathon se

Humari duniya jaisa
Barf ka aek gola
Merey seeney pe maara tha

Mai wo duniye
Apne seeney mai liye
Aaj tak fir raha hun

Ye soonch kar ki

Kabhi to muhabbat ka suraj nikley ga
Kabhi to mere seeney pe sar rakh kar
Tum
Mere wajood ki
Barf se dhaki duniya ko
Aek hi pal mai
Qatra qatra pigla do gi