The Weight of Ours
“When you say ‘ours’ , a piece of me quietly dies, Your voice holds her home, while my soul silently cries. You speak of that roof, of the children, that life you defend, Yet beneath that same roof, all my dreams meet their end. You’ve told her a thousand times, or so you say, That your heart is elsewhere, that love’s gone astray. But tell me, who are you trying to deceive? There’s something you give her — something you both still believe. She still drapes her sari, she still smiles in your gaze, Why would she linger, if not for the warmth that stays? She chooses to stay, so love must still remain, Some soft little gesture, some thread of a chain. Her hopes burn bright — and in their light, My world fades further into night. Your ‘ours’ holds her whole, yet leaves me torn apart, Every time you whisper it, it shatters my heart.” “जब तुम ‘हमारा’ कहते हो, इक टुकड़ा मेरा मिट जाता है, हर साँस में नाम तुम्हारा है, पर हक़ कोई और जताता है। तुम कहते हो, बच्चों के लिए है वो...