मैं और मेरी कामवाली अक्सर ये बातें करते हैं
तुम होती Oh God क्या होता, गजब होता
तुम ये कहती, तुम वो कहती
तुम इस बात पे कितनी upset होती
तुम हर बात पे कितना कोसतीं
तुम तो सच में मर्डर ही कर देतीं
तुम होती तो न हो पाता, सच, कहाँ हो पाता
मैं और मेरी कामवाली अक्सर ये बातें करते हैं

अब सही आ गए हम यूं ही साथ साथ चलते
तेरी बाहों में है जानम मेरे जिस्म-ओ-जां पिघलते
हाँ सही आ गए हम

Me and My Maid Often Talk About You

Me and my maid —
we often talk about you.
What if you were still here?
Oh God — what would’ve happened?

You’d say this,
you’d shout that.
You’d get upset over every little spat.
You’d curse endlessly — like it was your art.
Honestly…
you would’ve just murdered someone.

If you were here,
none of this peace would exist.
Really — no way.
We both agree.

Me and my maid —
we often talk about you.

But now,
we’re in a better place.
Walking side by side,
no more wars to face.

In your arms, my love,
my soul and flesh dissolve —
Yes, now…
we’ve finally found our rhythm,
we’ve arrived
where we were meant to be.