Gulaabo

Preeto 

Biwi 

Nammu

Jani

Gulabo

Those maddening names shiver your veins and reins,

Dancing teeth of chorus praying heart to heart bytes,

How come a love of mine is a feminine version,

How come,

His cookery polite way reached my department of principles,

Dissipating quintals of logistic calculatives,

The way he shifts the role venture when it's needed,

A perfect macho to hold me to a shy style of 

confessing his love,

From making diyas of I love you to the jasmines of perfumes,

Loading me with trucks of food to clothes as a motherly collage,

Styling and profiling dresses just to pose for me,

Or handling me with care so that my inner urn won't break away,

With ravenous appearance he calls me begum, ranisaa,

Stirring my organs of heart chording seven sitars,

How to say what starfire he beholds,

Bit by bit that Gulaabo lakes me with feelings sophomore,

He live in a ritual to live for me, and to live in me,

And to die in us,

What a Ganga of purification he drinks,

To a Vanaras Ghat of salvation he dives,

That votti is my world which I can only share with my poems.

My jani

My man,

It's 

Pleasure of mine to be your Aladdin Carpet.

Yours only Jasmine of December