Love and desire have many unnamed relations br But if you see closely br There are distances between them like br Sea is one br But its corners touch two stranger shores br Tread two exclusive paths br br So it goes br That in this ocean of time br Where both of us have changed (was there an option) br That even our relationship like our reflections br So very gently turn that br Often leaves no lines on the linen br Neither the eternally travelling color of eyes fades br Nor befall a wall in our continuous communication br br Just that br The sand that is slipping every moment from the br Impetuous unyielding fist of desire br In here could be that emotion betwixt between br Called love br Sometime it so happens br That we reckon not the friction br Of slipping sand br But it slips br We at times try and gather it br But the heedless winds of night and day br Blows sands so much that ….