Some of my things are still lying with you
Some drenched monsoon days,
And a night wrapped in my one of my letters
Extinguish that night, and send these things back to me
Remember, it was autumn….
In autumn, I gave you the sound of falling leaves,
After trying it on as earrings.
That branch from autumn is still trembling in winds
Make that branch fall, and send these things back to me
Remember, once when we were both getting drenched, since we were sharing one umbrella…
Half the things were drenched.
The things that were still dry, I brought with me
But I think I left behind my rain-soaked heart beside the bed
Send that, along with the other things I’ve left behind
One hundred and sixteen nights of the moon, and that one mole on your shoulder
The scent of undried henna, and those moments of mock tantrums
Let me also remind you about all those false promises
Return everything that’s mine, but still lying with you
Just grant me this one wish, that when I bury these things,
I will also breathe my last..