the words and wishes in your lap
solitude talks loud..
(These lines are translation of the following lines i wrote in my native language Hindi, long back on margins of a novel i was reading.)
tanha mai hoon,yaadein nahi,
na hi khwaab akele rehte hain;
tum aaogi laut kar ek din,
mujhse ye faasle kehte hain…
Submitted to Z to A challenge – S