Last letter

After everything and anything

That world could say or do

My love,

It has come to this only

You and I

Have to die

Doing

What we do best

“Love each other

Unbearably.

Incessantly.

Eternally.”

I am superstitious

Yes my love

I am superstitious

I believe!

I trust!

I love!

Metaphysics of love

In your love

I am the universe

In your love

I am an atom

In your love

World is a living metaphor of God

And 

We, the similes of each other

Tonight, I am Gaza

Tonight, my love

Don’t love me

Tonight, don’t!

Tonight, don’t tell me

The pains of our separation

Tonight, don’t show me your tearful eyes

Tonight, don’t hold me back

With your sweet voice

Tonight, don’t ask me to dress my wounds

Tonight, don’t remind me of our dreams

Tonight, don’t sing songs of our love

Tonight, just stop!

Stop!

My love, just stop

Tonight, I am Gaza

Tonight, let me fight

Die

Tonight, let me die

Fight

Love in exile

In exile, love is a different magic

Its spell is unlike  

Your eyes are mystic

Your smile is sorcery

Your hands are hypnotic

Your touch is trance

Your lips are mysterious potion

The spell is unlike

In exile, I have become so small

You shrunk my world into you

Now

You are my only family I live with

You are my only neighbor I speak to

You are my only home I live in

You are my only lawn I play in

You are my only garden I rest in

You are my only dream I dream

My love

In exile, love is a different magic

And your spells are unlike 

The story of my death

Death is a brooding thought

A firefly in the dark

I think it

It vanishes

Somewhere inside the labyrinth

Of my head

Death is a culled flower

On my careful palm

I smell it

It dissolves

Somewhere inside the capillaries

Of my chest

 Death is a story

Handcuffed to my life

It searches me

Every moment

Somewhere inside the fabric

Of my time

Someplace

Not far from the place I die

I know

I am

The death of death when it reaches me

I am

The end of story of the story of death

Purana sweater

Tumhara

Pyaar mai buna

Purana sweater

Aaj bhi

Judai key sard mausam mai

Mere badan se

Purani yaadon ki tarah

Besaakhta lipat jaata hai