Your Rustle
You skirted my dwelling today as you came to my city
My breath escapes me again and again as I hear your rustle
Once again shadows start floating on the mirror of my heart
Those who don’t have time to stop, they disappear with ease
I do not wait anymore for meetings of love
Or for sweet conversations and wet nights
I don’t know where the environment is leading me
My feet stop no more, listening to voices of this world
Teri Aahat by Sandeep Silas ‘deep’ in Saada Khayal (2009)
