If ever it happens, that I'm aching to kiss you, I still won't say a thing.
If one day I catch you in some mistake, even then I won't ask you to apologize.
If midnight brings tears, and I long to hold you close, I still won't reach for the phone.
You'll never remember our anniversaries, I know. I won't complain about this till my last day.
If we ever go somewhere new together, if you get busy with other things and forget me, even then I won't say, won't you hold my hand? I feel so alone...
If I ever wear alta on my feet, if one of those online-ordered bindis adorns my forehead, yet you say nothing at all, I won't ask how I look!
If you ever write praising my beauty, if I can tell these aren't words from your heart, I'll stay silent even then.
Whether you miss me or not, love me or not, whether you liked the payesh I cooked with such care, whether you feel restless when my heart is heavy, whether I can call you when I'm lost in indecision... None of this I'll ever ask you, you can rest assured.
I too have so much to say, not a soul to listen. But if you ever have something to tell me call me, I have time. I ask for nothing in return, even if you never have time to be by my side, I won't reach out my hand, even when tears overwhelm me.
I understand all too well, if I ever make the mistake of asking something of you, once I have it, my heart won't want to keep it.