And.... If someday, you ask me to speak up truth. I'll let my Shikara speak, of the tales of destruction. And, the still water of Dal talk, of the depth of suffering, lying within this drowned existence of mine.
And..... If someday, the sky clears up, defeating the dark, and the wind echoes in my ears, overcoming the cries of silence,
I shall sing songs. ~of love. ~of peace. Δof my pieces, witnessing peaceΔ
Someday, in the middle of night; when the cuckoo fails to bring me to sleep, call me up and say my name. Say my name as if your lips and tongue create a euphony, reverberating zephyrs all around to create melodies of love.
Someday, when the past overburdens my heart, come like a healing in the midst of sorrow, with a wand of eternal cure to mend these bruises, weakening me within.
Someday, when I fail to recognise myself, hold my hand and take me back to the lanes of memories, to tell me who I am and to where I belong to.