In the tapestry of time, our souls entwined,
Bound by threads of love, in a dance divine.
Two hearts, like stars in the vast expanse,
Illuminate the darkness, in a cosmic trance.
But love, a paradox, both tender and cruel,
It blossoms like a flower, yet can play the fool.
For in its embrace, lies the seed of pain,
As separation whispers, like a haunting refrain.
Like rivers that meet and then diverge,
Our paths intertwine, then take the urge.
To wander alone, yet forever yearn,
For the touch of the beloved, for which we burn.
Oh, separation, bitter and sweet,
A paradox we cannot defeat.
For in the parting, we find the essence of love,
A longing that transcends, to the heavens above.
So let us cherish, in the ache of separation,
The depth of our bond, our soul's jubilation.
For in the dance of love and pain, we find,
The truest reflection of the human mind.
Though miles may part us, and time may test,
Our souls remain tethered, in eternal quest.
For love knows no bounds, no earthly chain,
It's a melody of the heart, an eternal refrain.
- Rashid Ali Ghazipuri