Losing me in finding you,
Bright stars, blinding view,
Before you know you’re walking on a thin ice,
You’d have already paid the price,
Stars are meant to be gazed from afar,
Too near and you’re killed by the ‘azhar’.
Caged by the thoughts
Followed by frequent sudden bursts,
It’s a weary job telling the heart
whatever your mind knows first.
Finding me in losing you,
Starting to get the sight back,
Gazing at the clearer view,
Admiring a new dusk,
Watching the sun come back,
One can always start anew.