moisture in the eyes, laughter on the lips

 तुम इतना जो मुस्कुरा रहे हो…

The unusual way

Your lips form a curve

Too perfect for a smile,

To be called as one.

Too bright, blinding

To believe it exists

Analogous to glee.

क्या गम है जिसको छुपा रहे हो?

How many tears

Have washed that face,

Too golden, aglow.

The lengths that smile

Could have reached,

If it were a product

Of your heart's glee,

Which seems pretty unlikely

For your eyes

remain dilated,

mapping distances

in a hurry.

The melted blue

Is too blue to have stored

An ocean of outbursts.

Floods, still awaiting

The tempest unheard. 

आँखों में नमी, हँसी लबों पर… 

(Literally)

    Moisture in the eyes, 

    Laughter on the lips.

The missing link

Of this intended coincidence

Is sonorous to deaf ears,

Somehow.

The way you are is

The way you want

The rest to know.

क्या हाल है, क्या दिखा रहे हो?

This peripheral drizzle

Across a laughing face,

Too happy to give a notice

Of the lateral gloom,

Hovering inside in thunders,

Lightning, storms cutting through.

Tricky to have been concealed,

Under this cloak of invisibility, 

A contentment too obvious

To have seemed

a mirage,

another reality.