Kyu nahin...

Ek baar hi jee bhar ke sata kyun nahin lete,

Gar hurf-e-khata hoon to mita kyun nahin dete...

Saya hoon to phir saath na rakhne ka sabab kya,

Pathhar hoon to raaste se hataa kyun nahin dete...

Moti hoon to phir soz-e-mashgan mein piro lo,

Aansoon hoon to paimaane pe gira kyun nahin dete...

Dream-girl

It is about her. It is about things which I have written earlier, and those which remain unwritten. What makes her what she is…What makes her different from others…What makes her a dream- girl.

Let me start with her body.... She will always have qualms about it…that it is not as attractive as it should be…and that it does not qualify her to be ‘hot’ enough.

Not true. I think her body is a phenomenon like those words which take the form of lyrics, when woven together. It is a melody…yes, a melody - like an orchard in the spring. It is like sunrise - it brings you close to the nature.

What about her face?

Her face is like a cool breeze in scorching heat. It is like a sunflower blossoming when the sun is at its peak…vibrant, radiating, life-giving. It is real or an illusion? I believe it is a fairy tale…it engages you…

This fascination with big eyes never goes well with me. Just look at her eyes. They are not big, but they are magnetic. They talk a lot…anger, joy, sorrow…it is all there in her eyes.

When she is excited, there is a spark in them….and when she is shy, she will not make an eye contact. There is an entire world existing in those eyes.

They are a poison…an addiction…they are like a dream - a never ending dream.

Never written about her hair, there is a lot about them though. They are like the black clouds before it starts raining. When they are tangled, the entire world seems to have gone haywire.

When they are straight, things seem to be sorted out.

Let me share a secret here. Night…yes, the dark night, is nothing but her hair lying all over her face.

I feel silky every time I think about them...

Zindagi do pal ki...

Zindagi do pal ki
intezaar kab tak ham karenge bhalaa
tumhe pyaar kab tak na karenge bhalaa
zindagi do pal ki

Dil mein tumhare chhupa li hai maine to apni ye jaan
ab tumhi isko sambhaalo hamein iskaa hosh kahaan
bekhudi do pal ki
zindagi do pal ki
intezaar kab tak ham karenge ham bhalaa
tumhe pyaar kab tak naa kaenge bhalaa

ek chhota saa vaada is umr se zyada sachha hai sanam
has mod par saath isliye rahte hai ab dono
dosti do pal ki, zindagi do pal ki
intezaar kab tak ham karenge bhalaa
tumhe pyaar kab tak na karenge bhalaa
zindagi do pal ki, zindagi...

Do you see them?

You see them, but you don’t

After the first meeting, you will take home her smile and grace

You will remember her for that smile

Her bold attitude might surprise you in the beginning

Her gestures will leave you impressed

That she is evocative, is no secret

Now if you are friends with her, her eyes will talk to you

And you will find her, irritatingly “self- sacrificing” in her own words

All this while, you see them, but you don’t

Lips are passive as compared to eyes which convey a lot

May be that is why, they don’t attract your attention when you meet her first or may be second time.

It will not be an exaggeration to say that lips….yes her lips, are the most defining feature of her face.

Hmm…let me say that while creating her, the Almighty must have spent maximum time on doing her lips.

No wonder then, they are so wholesome

Delicate like dew

Fresh like that breeze at the time of dawn

Complete like the rainbow

Pleasing to the eye

There are layers to them, hints of them unexplored

And lovely like the skin of a baby

They can quench the thirst of a thousand deserts

Those who say “main apne yaar ki aankhon se peena chahta hoon”, have not seen her lips

They are hidden behind that smile (the loveliest I have ever seen on this planet) which haunts you

You see them, but you don’t

Out of ordinary

He knew that the once fat now fit girl might not be the best when it comes to winning a beauty pageant. In fact, she was what they called 'the girl next door'. She was simple, down to earth, modern and yet had her feet firm on the ground. Yes, she was not out of ordinary.

But his experience and interactions made him believe that simplicity was rare in those days.

And that made her out of ordinary.

For him, she was hope, comfort and much more.

Like when you are lost in crowd and suddenly you see a known face...you both wave at each other....you feel at ease...

She was that ease for him.

After she would be gone, remembering her would make life easy for him. A breeze of comfort in utter chaos.

Strange, but that was his truth !