⊹ ࣪˖ये ज़माना बेशरम है

करता मोहे तंग है

कुछ घड़ी सुकून की उधार चाहिए है

तेरी लतों में उलझने की देर है💌۶ৎ

Brown hairs full of snowflakes.

The flower in the crook of your ear

And how could I possibly sleep?

When I know,

The warmth of your hair's strand, tangled between my fingers

The softness seeping through my flesh

Playing with soft silk strands

Lacing my soul with brown threads.

Brown hairs dusted with snowflakes.

Drops on my skin, soothes like home

I look for comfort in the scent of the sand after first rain

In flowers rare,

For the smell of shampoo consuming me.

I twirl the strands, pick flowers for you hair

Oh how could I possibly simply exist?

When I know

The curves of curls and the ends.

[-mey]