Dear Irrfan, I never realized how much of an inspiration you were for me, until today. When I heard the heartbreaking news from my father and ran in the bathroom to shed a tear or two. I haven't seen much of your cult classics but am fortunate enough to have witnessed some. And as everyone is saying the loss is more personal than we expected it to be. I've loved every part of you; from Shaukat to Champak, to Rana to Yogi and every single character you ever played that I saw. To be honest, I have a soft corner in my heart for Yogi cause when I first saw the film I just hoped I would find the Yogendra kumar Devendranath Prajapti urf Viyogi to my Jayshree TK. I cannot come to terms with the news still... As when the words first struck my ears; my heart deeply hoped that the news was fake... but it isnt. You are actually gone. But; but... You will always be the actor we needed and the inspiration we craved. I just hope you find your peace in the heavenly Adobe and look down at us with the charming smile you always had.
I was going through my shopping wishlist today, after a month almost and came across a checkered shirt. Light blue lines that made that faded red background (I guess) pop in squares and rectangles. Lately, I've not been good with colours you know, I confuse the dark brown of your eyes with black of nights and light pink of my cheeks with salmon pink of the sky in mid evening. But the thing that is crystal clear in my mind right now is the reason I am writing you this letter. It's not because I am missing you or some other reason in that category. Instead it's to thank you. For ending the things on the right note, with the right behaviour. Cause you know, the things which had me in it did not had an end or were rather not ended (intentionally). They were just stopped, right there, in their tracks abruptly. And non of the people cared to make them reach their dead end. You said I'll be that memory you'll look back to when you are sad, and smile... And you'll be that happy memory of mine that I'll never look back to again; unless I want to feel like 'to be loved' again. #love#poetry
हाँ, तुम्हे देखती हूँ मैं, लबों पर इबादत लेकर, आँखों में एक आइना समेटकर, तुम्हारी रूह पढ्ने का ख्वाब देखती हूँ मैं। एक लम्बी दिल-नशीं मुस्कान के साथ सब कहकर, तुम्हें कभी कबार टूटता देखती हूँ मैं। एक रूहानी सी आवाज़ हो तुम, जिसे खोने से बेहद डरती हूँ, पर हर दफ़ा तुम में, खुद्को थोड़ा और खोते देखती हूँ मैं। मैं नहीं जानती की तुम भी ऐसा मेहसूस करते हो या नही, लेकिन शायद तुम्हे ही छुपकर मुझे ताकते देखती हूँ मैं। बखूबी जानते हो तुम तो मुझे, अश्क़ों और आशिक़ों से दूर-दूर तक कोई वास्ता ना रखने वाली लड़की हूँ मैं, फिर क्यूँ हमें उसी दो राहे पर खड़ा देखती हूँ मैं?। ऐसे और कई सवाल हैं मेरे मन में, जिनके जवाब हो सकता है मुझे कभी ना मिलें; क्यूँकी इतनी हिम्मत कहाँ जुटा पाऊंगी मैं। तो चलो, आज सब नहीं बस एक चीज़ क़बूल करती हूँ, की तुम्हें सिर्फ़ एक दोस्त से तो कई ज़्यादा अच्छे से देखती हूँ मैं। #love#poetry
They were not kids at 19 when he decided to leave her and date another gal.. He can move on and smile but what about the pain,the lies, the sleepless and endless nights she had gone through all alone..