Intentions

You hold my heart,
In your casket,
Softly and carefully,
But at times tease it impishly,
As you know love needs colors,
Dipped in emotional tears and fake-anger.

When you squeeze the tender being,
Ah, it pains a bit but I keep smiling,
Water comes out of my eyes,
Never mind, they are the ecstasy signs.
Because I trust your honest intentions,
I like your gesture of parting devotion.

Whose else will you squeeze?
Who else will you tease?
If not mine, if not me,
After all I am yours and mine is thee.

तेरा दुलार है प्यारा, तेरा  फटकारना  भी प्यारा,
सच में मुझे लागे,  तेरा अंदाज-ए-मुहब्बत बड़ा न्यारा। 
(I like your caress,love your scolds, 
you know well I like your gesture in affection.)