Eschew not I spires & domes but inhabit devotion in a Taj of my own. In self’s shrine unshackled, I loose liberated erotics in a Taj of my own. Every seeker shivers in sorrow to ecstasy/despair to elation. With each infirmity of desire, I concoct an ilaaj of my own. Unabashed desires can be the most magnificent creation. Shah Jahan too would adore & avow this laaj of my own. Must love’s greatest expression await death? In beloved’s absence too, I make an aaj of my own. In your gaze, what need a woman for imam or pandit/yatra or prayer? Even if it be from your eyebrow to eyebrow, I too seek a hajj of my own. Bring me love’s architect: Purvi is set to anoint new Shah, engineer one jaan, a raj of my own.