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From the heights of love
To its depths,
Bas tu hain...
Tu hii hain.
Aur tujhme kahi khoya
Hua main huu.

Aisi raat hain kii barsaat
Rukhne ka naam na le
Mein tanha hone par bhi
Tera hii naam luu.

Kaash
Tu aate hii
Meri zindagi tham jaaye
Aur tu jaane ka naam na le.
  
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In that sacred space
Between your quivering lips
And my yearning lips,
Love oscillates like a
Pendulum.

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Tears roll down my cheeks
Pausing for your lips
To pluck them
To their final resting home.

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To Tara Ma
It's midnight but my love is
An infant,
Seeking Mother's milk
From Her vermilion red bosom.

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Woh jaa rahi hain,
Phir ek baar akele sone ke liye.
Hum jaa rahe hain,
Phir ek baar akele rone ke liye.

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Unhe hum kaise bataye,
Woh kaun hain,
Hamare liye.
Jaise rab se koi pooche
Kii woh kaun hain
Is jagat ke liye.

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If you say so,
I'll sleep.
Deep.
In your love
Tossing about
On my waves of passion
On your stormy sea...

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Forgive my Malayalam, but here it goes anyway:
"Yende snehathinde adhir aanu nee!"  

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Yeh dhadkan yeh aahat
Pe machle
Kii, kahi tu na aaye
Bin bataaye.

Yeh machle
Kii, kahi tu na aaye
Aur, phir yeh kabhi
Sambhal na paaye!

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I listen to each sound that's yet to become a word from you.  

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You are every damn, beautiful adjective they have used to address a woman... Damn, inside I am dancing!  

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Am waiting for the good, old fresh burger at Jus Trufs. Thinking if only one could order love like this: fresh and hot. Waiting for it to arrive.

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You smile. And this world shall be earth again.

There is a woman of and in my dreams, in my imagination, who loves me like a deewani... I will live with her.

You have given me memories from where I can weave magic. From where I can weave my fantasies and in a world beyond right and wrong, at this very moment, we're making love in the midst of a thousand-petalled lotus... Embraced in an intercourse that never ends like Shiva and Shakti... 

That's what life, creation, and spirituality is: Union.

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Let me float. In that universe where humans no more exist as human beings. Where they've understood, and more importantly known, that they're just electric vibrations pulsating with love...

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For a very punctual and "ahead-of-time" man, I always arrive late in life.  

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Like you said, am a free bird.
And you're the tree of life.

The bird wants to perch on your branches for a while,
To chirp and sing a song...
But if the tree's unwilling, the bird will fly.
 
Soaring and gliding, it'll keep circling the tree
Alone.

From above.
 
But with an eye on its tree
Below.

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Love's a matter of largesse.
Some get excess; I get a trickle.
But my cup's overflowing! 

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Can I multiply infinity by infinity and maybe then tell you how much I love you?

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Love is such an illusory and fleeting word for what I feel. Now, I can't ever love anybody.

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Zindagi se kuch milna nahin hain, kuch haasil karna nahin hain, sirf paana hain.

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According to me, life is not black and white. Everything's grey. And grey is not a color but a process. 

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Men, Women and Children & Youth

Men, Women and Children is the kind of movie that you wish you had made. So much truth and love and all that jazz in one film. The voyager on its journey and the narration inspired by the famous pale blue dot photo... Just makes you love this gem all the more. 
All that has happened in human lives have all happened on that pale blue dot but that is exactly why human life and being human is such a wonder as well. So much has happened on that pale blue dot which has no effect on the universe. So much has happened on the pale blue dot that few of us have become one with the cosmos. There's no pomposity in exclaiming that only we have sent the Voyager... There's nothing wrong about our daily lives, which may apparently look mundane and dull. But each of us at the micro and macro world are the same... Go ahead and watch this movie for this review doesn't do justice to it. I'll rather fall in love again or fly a kite or sing a song. Because my existence deserves it. And so does this movie.

Youth is a look at our own selves in the past and what remains of it in the present and what may remain of it in the future. Looking through both ends of a telescope was a perfect analogy for what life is. 

Two old friends share lives and secrets and youthful passions. They look at where they've reached and what has become of their lives with as much objectivity as life can afford. And then there's music and film-making... Performances that make you long for slippery youth... This is one movie that deserves to be watched again.