Aashiq Tera
Bheed mein khoya rehta hain…
The day ends,
Conversations have died,
I sit in my room,
By Your picture-side,
Your smile is constant,
And yet I miss it,
Your eyes have that divine sparkle,
I will them to blink, move a little;
Your robe, how I miss its gentle stir to the breeze,
Its orange hue, its fall, its crease…
Sometimes I cry,
Each silent tear a heart-wrenching wail,
Somewhere a song plays,
It tells a story of lonely days,
Some days, the sun shines in all magnificence,
I feel You, Your omnipresence,
In some places, I feel lost,
In search of You, I walk against the crowd,
Calling to You, sometimes softly, most of the times aloud,
For I know You’ll come,
Come back again,
To light the days,
To wipe the tears,
Dispel the fears,
And be forever near…
You will speak of every prayer,
Whispered in the air,
In the hope it would reach You…
You will smile at this child, intent and stubborn,
Wishing, wanting and willing nothing but Your return…
You will hold me in Your love,
A promise that to talk to You,
I will never have to look above,
For You will walk the same ground,
Your aura, Your might will abound,
And I will smile and smile and smile,
‘My Father has come home’
Will echo for miles and miles…
I know You’ll come,
Come back again,
You will end this strain,
For never have You denied,
My heart its desire,
And now all it seeks,
All it does aspire,
Is only You, my Sai, only You.
