सबको खुल्लं खुल्ले से प्यार करने कि इजाज़त आपके दुनिया नहीं देती हैं।

They learned to love
in the language of almost –
a hand held
half a second too long,
a glance across a room
that said everything
the mouth could not.

The world built its walls out of other people’s comfort. Decorated them with tradition. Called it protection.

But love
does not ask permission
from walls.

In the red of this moment –
deep as old roses,
warm as a secret
finally spoken –
two people simply are.
No apology
in the way they hold each other.
No shame
stitched into the silence.
Just skin. Just breath. Just the radical, quiet act of being seen.

Some loves are called forbidden only by those who never dared to feel that free.

The pattern on the wall
repeats and repeats –
the world, insisting
on its old geometry.
But here,
in the space between two heartbeats,
something new
is being drawn.

सबको इजाज़त नहीं – पर प्यार को कभी किसी की ज़रूरत नहीं थी।
Not everyone is given permission – but love never needed it.

Object number

025.04.03