खुद पे जो  इतरा रहा था कल चंदा  इतना 

आज उसकी भी बेकद्री   हैं 

 सच ही है हर सुबह की एक सांझ होनी है 

The eternity

when the wrinkles on my cheek shall define my age
when my lips may not hold yours 
when the roses bring more joy  than romance 

when i walk and my pace does not match yours
when i am more on repairing my flaws

when my trembling hand may not grip your fingers 
when your touch does not cause the sizzlers...

will you my love then.............


still kiss me?
still hold me?
still sit by my side?
still stroll with me?
still watch the sun set at the beach? 

will your love still take me to the 7th sky? 

cause love is what I believe not with age, skin and  beauty 
but its for eternity