Moon at Half Past Noon

(jab teri samundar aankhon mein)

Sunshine, Sunshine

on the edge of sunshine

dissolve into the evening sky

two halves of day and night

to merge in shadows of twilight

Which is neither night, nor the day

where’s no tomorrow, nor today

a moment immortalized

yet again, in a moment vaporized

Sunshine, Sunshine

on the edge of sunshine

in drops trickles

a shiver of hesitant lips

a jingle of the bangles

sliding down eager arms

Our betrothal, behold

is not a lie nor a stubborn truth

then why we crib or complain or blame

for what, should we reason

the veracity of love

Sunshine, Sunshine

on the edge of sunshine

when, in the ocean of your eyes,

into the evening sky, crimson sun descends

this world would sleep in merry bliss

and the traveler would begin

afresh, a new journey, a new end.