Saturday, January 20, 2007

LAST DANCE WITH MARY JANE

“Some embrace death to sprout again
But most forever in dust remain”

- Ghalib

A woman does not know the art of love, she only knows deceit.
Someone said nine angels breathed their last, such was Sahibaan’s beauty.
So did Mirza.
If their love was intense; was jealousy, wrath and obsession far behind?
As he rested his eyes, she broke the arrows in his quiver.
When they came for him, he died unarmed.
She’ll come back to him.
Slaughtered by a sword in her own hands.