That innocence you think you lost.

" तेरी पलकों पे बैठा हुआ हूँ। 

तुझमें बचपन - सा रहता रहा हूँ। 

और तू पूछता है, कहाँ हूँ  ? "

If only you could take off your glasses,
You would find me flicker, dancing on your delicate eyelashes.
If only you could let go of those masks,
you would find me rise from inside you, from ashes.
Let me flicker, 
let me rise, 
let me dance.

P.S. - We seem to have lost it, dropped it somewhere. Stuck in hectic city lives, we  keep searching the premises of our own innocence, thinking that we left it back somewhere disowned, at some place..