#ar rahman

Dekhte hain tan mera, mann mein chubhti hain nazar. Honth sil jaate unke, narm honthon se magar. Ginti rehtii huun main apni karvaton ke silasile. Kya karun, Kaise kahun. Raat kab kaise dhale. Jiya jale jaan jale, nainon tale dhuaan chale. Raat bhar dhuaan chale.

They say when love befall on a woman, she turns mad and her eyes turn red. Lies and yet they aren’t untrue. I lie here, pricking at the helm of my skirt, glancing at the lamp, counting the time waiting for your return. Waiting and thinking about how you might set light afire on the edges of my skin again, how your lips sealed against mine will feel different tonight, how you fingertips will trace again the edges of my mehndi today which I have reapplied for your visual pleasure, even the mehndi on my feet will br crushed as the familiar pain arises. My heart burns and yet I cannot scream for this pain of passion must remain private lest people talk. My thousand confessions stand still at the tip of my tongue. My glances of forlorn are reserved for you and you only. So come soon, so we must be lighted unto each other.

(I watched Dil Se the other day, and realized this song was a masterpiece depicton of female passion and sexuality which isn’t talked about in our society much. So I needed to make a tribute ofc)