I eloped on a horse; the scent of her satin blew up in the air;
While she galloped along; sitting ahead.
The stroke of her flesh induced more Life in to mine;
The Life which had forgone ordeal of great confines;
In conquest to chase my dream; Swords spit fire;
Shed blood, deep dusky red-hot like the erupted lava.
Esteem stood high and the blood splashed further;
From dawn to dusk the knights pursued the chase.
Only to slaughter the one who loved.
When finally the sword pierced me through I rouse!
My eyes wide open in distress, just to realize that was just a dream.
A dream unworthy of itself; Or may be a love potent enough to kill;
Is worthless of its cause; is worthless of its time.
Jihad or Love Jihad or Hindutva potent enough to kill
Is worthless of its cause; is worthless of its time.
A defiant dream, revived me from a Love which,
Is worthless of its cause; is worthless of its time.
PS: Dedicated to the children of Peshawar