Unlove Me, If It's The Word Of Time! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Listen I didn't sign any compromise
I didn't conform to any treaty
In the nights like this one we were drawn
Drawn by natural accident to each other
Just in the intense nightly ways
We stopped against the sky
We did hear the birdsongs
But we didn't say not to flutes
Lord Krishna was ours
Lord Krishna is still ours
If it's the vacant threshold now
Consider it as an accidental pause
Take it as an unexpected pulse
Creaky little life runs this way
And the sirens too sometimes don't reach ears
It's a ghostly move
Inextricably your spirit implores
I admit I'm surrounded
But that's what the track of time demands
People here are tensed; they want me
Their heads look for me
Thousands like me are attuned
But if I'm not there, the amuse will be over
Each single voice counts
Each single echo is historical
Just like yours, yours is more personal
And the general luminosity too lures there
This all I know shakes your shores
This hour does trap your mind
But, beloved listen, I didn't skip the aging lyre
I'm readily enthused to the rational rift
I may not be allowed, I sense so
But I feel the fall.. Away from you is fall
Outstoned by century's scream is too a fall
This century is a hypnotic fuss
Yes, it disengages us all sometimes
It's too terrifying at times
Its aroma is cruel; its calls are sudden jerks
I want your eyes not to be wet
I want them singing smilingly
How should I maintain the order?
On the one hand is lyrical goddess
And on the other hand, the unsettled ink...
I'm sorry for my fall
But this fall will solve many falls
For the sensitive letters look so scratched up
And men like me are thus distressed amidst
For the lofty era demands drunkard artists!