How many streams must I cross
Before you learn to swim across
El Nino of turbulent times
How many roads must be walked
How many of them should intersect
And lie love locked till you hear them
Calling you from the depths of my eyes?
How many flowers should be born
‘to blush unseen’ and how many of them
should garland you when your sensitivity dies?
How many times should I rock your cradle
So that you sleep peacefully amongst rubbles
Of creepy lonesome nights?
How many rain clouds shall it take
To bring in monsoon for you?
How many times will the church bells chime
Before they cry ‘hallelujah’ and kiss
Your footprints compassing the new journey
That you embarked now.
How many love songs shall it take
To wake you up?
How many lullabies to hush you to sleep?
How many deaths shall I die
To live your life again?