Fall

Last night was our 1800^th night together

Last night was just like any other night

Last night like all other 1800 nights

You split me into 1800 pieces

And chipped me back together

Like an obsessive mechanist

Piece by piece

Last night again

You rhymed my name with your smile

I always remember your smile

But I forget my name

Last night I fought like a mutineer

Against your tyranny of passion

You sent me to the gallows of your arms

And hung me from your lips

Till I couldn’t resist anymore

Last night you taught me

1800 ways of making love

And when I learned all the ways

You forbade me forever

Last night was just like any other night

But it wasn’t the night of togetherness

It was the night of dissolution though

Like in an ancient tale

While setting me free

You said

“Don’t ever taste me.

I’m the forbidden fruit for you.”

I think you know very well

What happens next

Someone falls in love forever…

Azaadi

Putting one’s lips willingly

To a poisoned cup

Is not the mark of freedom

Knowing what for is

Kissing

Hugging

Making love passionately to someone

Is not the evidence of love

Knowing what for is

Dying, my love,

Is not the proof of freedom

Knowing what to die for is