The next time , When you'll put on that black shirt I love , And look yourself in the mirror , I hope , my endless compliments would echo in the back of your mind , Will you remember me like that?
The next time , When a notification will pop up right in the middle of the night , And you'll check your phone in haste , I hope , my weird-irritating messages would flash before your eyes , (for a while) Will you remember me like that?
The next time , When you'll cross the 90-minutes limit over a phone call , And abruptly , the call would disconnect on its own , I hope , your call logs would desperately wish my name to give a call back , ( you too ) Will you remember me like that?
The next time , When you'll mistakenly hear the words that I often used to say , And you'll smile a little , I hope that my voice would reverberate in your ears for a minute or so , Will you remember me like that?
The next time , When you'll wait a little longer under that tree along that very road , And a school bus numbered 20 would cross by , I hope that the way my impatient eyes used to search you there , the same way , you'd expect to get a glimpse of me for one last time , Will you?
All the way to my locality , sipping the tea in that cornered 'tapri' , Stuck in my thoughts and lost for a while , ....Yes , just remember me like that ❤️
The gaps between your fingers entangled in mine Your shoulder , my resting head , and a gentle incline Under the moon lit sky , pulling you close , I'll whisper slowly ... "I finally feel just perfectly fine".
Sitting next to you :
Probably shy enough to stare in those eyes of yours , But pretty sure , I won't fumble for the right words , You continue with yours as I pause my lines , And right when , I would no longer be struggling to communicate with your eyes , I'll whisper slowly ... "I finally feel just perfectly fine".
Rain under no umbrella :
Dreadful lightnings and a shelter in your arms , While , I'd be icy-chilled and you'd wrap me in your warmth , And right when I'd collapse into your embrace and our hearts would intertwine , In a fainting voice , I'll whisper slowly.... "I finally feel just perfectly fine".
PS : I won't ever say that I love you more or you love me any less , 'cause I've realised that "our love" is way beyond both of us and somewhere , someday , we shall be celebrating some 60 years of it together ❤️ ( hopefully !)
How I recall you in a blink , and my cheeks turn pink , How. I unusually keep gazing for a while , ... and as I describe every inch of you , how much lips stretch to a smile ...
It's like you're played on repeat , And I can feel you in every beat , (As if the beats are aligned to my heartbeat) It's like , you're the safest place I've been , And while I speak of you , I see you in between ... (Quite strange ❤️)
I am unfamiliar to this world , you're my only known face , It is chill in here , come and shield me under your embrace , No separation can scar our kith , We wait for the right time but punctuality is a myth , So , If you don't be on time , I won't really mind , 'cause this universe has written you mine , ..and so , the next hour we meet , I know , our love will be the same old kind. ❤️
।। Only for an instance , Cross by me , pretending to be a stranger , Let me look at you from a distance , Let us not invite any danger.।।
"I saw you near the samosa-shop" "Yea , you were looking at me like.. non-stop " "Hey , you got that really cute look " "Hey , you too got my heart hooked ! " Ah , it's been a long time since I last saw my king , Not a movie play , this is a hometown thing.
।। No day-outs' , no night-outs' just those blue ticks , a million emotions under a single text and laugh outs' ।।
After you , nobody shared my evening texts , "Would you add on to my family's member next?" My finger , still wrapped in an imaginary ring , I won't forget our uniqueness thing !
Let me play you a soothing melody , Let me tune my messy strings , You're my music kind of remedy , This song is nearly over baby but you're my chorus kind of thing.
Say you love me, you feel me I said I won't I won't Sprouted seeds would be planted or eaten umbrellas in summer or rain
Who knows those Blossoms that had bloomed there are for worships or proposals Confessions lamenting in vain
Not a Fairytale of Once Upon A Time Not a love of letters and confessions anymore Inside my heart safely they are Snatched away into The world of silence Like a Pyrrhic phalanx of embattled love
Chasing rancour through my veins Nourishing hatred well for the Adroit fugitives
//Halt by... Shhh! can you hear that galloping sound?// Armed with betrayals
They are coming to break down the Garrison of my unconfessed feelings To the feelings I whisper - //Run away my feelings they will bury you and words will make you a Sleeping Beauty in the tomb forever wherever you are run away far and far... // Read the caption guys and show some love
Love A concoct of various emotions Mixing with the soul Stirring my thoughts Boiling my blood It's fragrance playing games with my mind. Intoxicating my senses And I can hold no more Either I will fall in my beloved's arms or into dark pit of my own doom.
How do you keep these thoughts all inside your mind? Don't you feel like going somewhere far away, sit on the green grass, stare at the stars, brush your pinky fingers and toes and talk about the mess that somehow looks beautiful blessed under the moonlight with someone you feel close?
Don't you wish to draw invisible patterns on someone's skin and tell them all that you mean with a hint of things you wanted to keep secret for time being?
How do you sleep alone on that large bed when it is more empty than space filled? How do you complete that song which was till today, half sung by you and the other half by them?
How do you not crave for those forehead kisses that vanished away your bad day or the sweet comforting words that melted your sorrows away?
You must already be having all of these blessings if you never felt any of these. And yes that's amazing. But I don't want to know if you are feeling this way because I know how empty this loneliness feels.
You make goosebumps arise all over my body. A never-ending pain searching for a bit solace in the song, once again wants to bleed heavily embracing the hatred.
//Zara Zara behekta Hai, mehekta hai, aaj to mera tan baadan main pyaasi hoon mujhe Bhar le apni bahon Mein //
This creates a doleful panaromic scene where love gets tired of deliberate hatred and ignorance and now seeks for some attention.
//Yuhi Baras Baras Kaali Ghata Barsein Hum Yaar Bheeg Jaaye Iss Chahat Ki Barish Mein //
Ever heard of the butterfly effect? I experience the same whenever I close my eyes while hearing this song. With whom I wished to count every sunsets and autumn fall beyond oblivion, I get to see him dancing on heels of love with me under the heavy rain.
//Meri Khuli Khuli laton ko suljhaye Tu apni ungliyon se Mai to hu isi khwaish mein Sardi ki raaton mein hum soye rahe ek chaddar mein Hum dono tanha ho, Na koi bhi rahe is ghar mein. //
Now here the midnight couples wake up in their dresses imagining the walk along the beach and the boy tries to clear the seaweeds stuck in her beautiful anklet. Unraveling her messy braid, he gets lost in her beauty under the winter blanket.
//Doubtlessly the melancholy is, for, her beauty proved to be a pretty lie at the end.//
Tell me, how many of you stopped and sighed when Robert Frost concluded with, "And that has made all the difference"? and how many of you were content enough to think you'd want it no other way? As kids we had ambitions that changed every month. And whatever it was, a doctor, an air-hostess a hairstylist or an umbrella maker, atleast we were certain It would be something we'd choose, not something we'd settle for.
Almost always, we have an excuse for every decision we're downhearted about Oftentimes, we chide ourselves for being too whimsical. "Fantasies don't make a living". We train ourselves to be content in the happiness of our people thinking that it's enough. And not until it's too late do we realize that all this while, it was actually fear. Fear of having nothing to fall back on, should we fail. Fear of our choice, that we fought for, turning out to be a wrong one.
Stuck in this seemingly endless loop, some strive to find contentment in their confinement while some choose to pretend hoping that one day it would stop being a pretense. I've been one of those. I've made myself want things because I was supposed to want them, love things because that was expected of me. And I've been scared of everything that made me yearn for it. I've loved someone until the day I realized I was capable enough to be loved back and thenceforth, all I've done is wait for the day I'd realize I'm dispensable enough to be let go of too.
For as long as I can remember, I've pursued what appear to me as dead-ends. I've gone on relenting lest I make a fool of myself. And it's only now that I've become aware of all these questions that have been brimming inside of me, probably for a long time now. It's only now that they've started agitating me to the point of no return, vexing me for want of answers. And while it should be liberating knowing that I finally have questions, answers to which might be my escape, I'm still scared. Because what if ... What if it's too late to ask them?