The problem, you see, is with the name.
star-crossed
it heeds a far away call
a radiant flash through cities, forests, deserts
an iridescent molecule in a metastate reaction
a tinkling laugh that weaves past
hotels, railway stations, monuments, seafronts.
revelling in scorching heat
the gentle prattle of first rain
warmth of a roadside bonfire.
rich in
this trance of our own making,
swirl on.

Aaj rang hain hey maa rang hain reee
Mere mehboob ke ghar rang hai ree