Distinct rafts in tempest flows, maybe we aren't close,
Clean, sober, empty over, over to the seas do we hover.
Death strikes a heart twice, once when it lays once when it lies,
Wouldn't I cut and throb in pain, to be in your company again?
I still wait for the bus to pass, I still wake up for a physics class,
Nostalgic is the flu and inventory, such a fucked up story.
The love is red indeed, red as a rose, ye laal Ishq...
The love is tender, tender as butter, ye malaal ishq…