when the world ends tomorrow

when the world ends tomorrow

the question is not of if but when

what will be your last mistake,

the last attempt to end the sorrow

if there is a heart that comes in the way, break it.

if there is an infirmary you have to fake, fake it.

if there is an ocean to cross to reach me? make it.

the biggest mistake you made, that fateful night in winter

was when you decided to kiss me.

and since then, my love, my heart & brain has never been the same.

my verses don’t stay the course,

(they miss a rhyme!)

my heart does not contract the same

(it skips a beat!)

what is it? they are just mere eyes,

but what eyes indeed.

so, tell me. when the world ends tomorrow,

will we be searching for shelter in the bottom of a bottle,

or in each others arms?

will we be attempting a pretence named dance with pretenders,

or drinking on each others lips?

will we be giving in to the chaos & acceptance of the end,

or hopping into the safari and roaming the lutyen streets at 3 am again?

with khalbali on loud, and a middle finger up for the crowd?

will we be crying for it is coming to an end

or celebrating that at least it happened

for so many are going silently or loudly into the acceptance of not having lived at all

but i have seen your eyes in the moolight, as dark as the sky in a moonless night,

and seen the glitter of stars that light up the place,

my end had come way before this,

when i saw your face.

and know, my love, that the world will end tomorrow,

but you will forever be in my embrace,

as we go together into the next stage