I feel the urge to hold you close
to look at you once, fully,
and let you live forever in my eyes.
People say you echo through my words,
that you dwell quietly within my gaze.
Yet witness my unrest
I wander the world, still searching for you.
If I’m honest, my eyes are not filled with you alone;
they also shelter tears.
I wish I could tell you what my heart carries,
lighten its weight, if only a little.
But I am not unaware
you are still innocent,
unfinished by time, tender in age.
And these tears are not merely easing my soul;
somewhere within them, they look for you.
They wish to be angry with you,
and only you may soothe them.
As if my wisdom stands in opposition
to your affection, born of innocence.
I love you more than you love yourself, and perhaps I love myself even more.
In this single lifetime,
you and I have played two roles together
; is that not proof enough?
Let anyone who can measure it.
Now I only wish to meet you,
to hold you close.
Surely, a sermon on worldly matters is due
is it not?
More beautiful than your form
is this role you inhabit
without a doubt.
These unspoken truths
even Shri Krishna Yadav may read,
but to understand them,
my younger brother (Kaanhu) is enough.
I believe you are the helmsman of my other self;
for without your will,
not even a single leaf in this world can move !!