Walking down the lane, I saw her, She was beautiful, alluring and attractive, That look in her eyes, caught my breath, Nothing was more dazzling and productive. Gradually,we got to know each other, I loved her day and night, My passion for her grew day by day, Doesn't matter, whether it was dark or light. I could feel the warmth of her skin, Those twinkling eyes and rosy lips, Our love got super intense, Just like licking ice-cream in summer or taking coffee sips. Those dreams we dreamt together, never came true, Those nights we spent together, were never forgotten That zeal of togetherness never lasted, My love for her, if even crucified, I don't fear. Mehak Naqvi (Inayat) intensity
