City Of Love

City Of Love

Tell me, in the city of Love
How many doors and windows are there?
Tell me also about its bricks
How many are still firm, and how many lie broken?

Tell me, inside the city of Love
How many wells have fresh water and how many are ruined with salt?
Think carefully before you answer.
How many are married and how many left alone?

I will tell you what lies in the city of Love
There are millions of doors and millions of windows
The bricks burn in the memory of lovers’ footsteps.
Only those who lie broken.
Only wells that quench a lover’s thirst
Only those who sit with their lovers
O! I am crazy
O! I am crazy

What is the use of wearing kohl
Which is washed away with streaming tears?
Why wear glass
Which can shatters with a nudge?
Why bother putting on color
That would melt away with every drop?
Why bother killing the lover
When he would die with the thought of your anger?
I am crazy indeed
O! I am crazy

If God was to be found by bathing
Then fish and frogs would have found Him.
If God was to be found by roaming jungles
Then cows and calves would have found Him
If God was to be found in Mosques and Churches
Then bats would have found Him.
He is only found by those
Who are pure at heart.
O! I am crazy

Yes, you have read a thousand books
But you have never read your own self
You rush to temples and mosques and churches
But you never tried to enter your own heart
All your battles with Satan are lost
For you have never tried to fight your own desires
Every Lover says you try to touch the one in the sky..........