Do dil jab jhudte hain,
Tab kahin naa kahin
Ek dil tuthta hain,
Aise log kehte hain.
Humne toh hamesha do dilo ko jhoda hain,
Joh tute hue dil kii baat log karte hain,
Woh sirf hamara ho...
Par hum jaante hain,
Kambhakt yeh dil tut tha hii nahin.
Chahe lakh koshish kare,
Chalta hii rehta hain,
Unki yaad mein...
Meri fariyaad mein.
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A long, brisk walk. The heart aches now. It needs to learn, unlearn, and relearn the drill all over again.
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An emotional storm brews at the high seas. The rats have long fled the ship. The captain, true to his oath, remains to drown with it and in it.
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Have you been to ancient temples in the south? You'll be awestruck at most of the main deities inside their garbhagrihas. But please do spare a passing thought for the few abandoned deities you see outside along the perimeter walls in some corner...
They too are intricately carved, hold great mudras and can be affected by mantras... but alas they've been abandoned by the very gods who made them...
Some lives are like that. Devanganangal kaii ozhinyaa taarakammm...
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A spectacular love story
They had an afternoon of romantic, passionate foreplay. Sex was not necessary. It was better than sex. They looked into each other's eyes and drank nectar. They made love; no, they resonated each other. The afternoon was spectacular like a shooting star. Brief, but spectacular.
"We'll meet again later," she said. And she went back to her man. The love of her life.
A small crackle is heard. As if a violin was stretched and its strings broke. The tinkling noise fades away in the cool winter breeze. Not a bang but a whimper.
He is dead and awaits her in his next birth for that's what happens to star-crossed love: They meet again and again till they are able to love, live and die together.
As Rumi had said once upon a time, "There's a place beyond right and wrong. I'll meet you there."
Inshallah.
I will cover the earth with kisses wherever your feet tread.
Yes, I know that that's been said before by lovers in real and on reel.
So I shall do it.
Before you step on a rock, I would've kissed it. Before you light a lamp, I would've lit it. Before you make a wish, I would've granted it. Before you go to sleep, I would've made your bed. Before you wake up, I would've made your breakfast. Before you think of me, I would've appeared in your dreams.
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In similar vein as one of my all-time favorite poems Him, in my sleep, here goes:
The poet inside him pondered while
The lover inside didn't care.
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You look like a thousand lotus buds waiting to bloom. And when you smile, the first rays of the sun kiss their dewdrops and they open up.
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A poet is born from his muse. She's the source of his words, which are again his offerings to her. And the cycle is complete. And the cycle continues.
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As another night closes in... and a long-distance train chugs on and whistles nearby, i rest with peace. For tomorrow's just another day. And love is always around the corner. Revitalized and renewed. Understood and undersigned by the two soul's hearts beating far away from each other but in unison.
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Same words from two different people express different silences.
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The rest of whatever I feel and I want to say I shall swallow. Words, like forbidden love, have no space in our human ecosystem.
Tab kahin naa kahin
Ek dil tuthta hain,
Aise log kehte hain.
Humne toh hamesha do dilo ko jhoda hain,
Joh tute hue dil kii baat log karte hain,
Woh sirf hamara ho...
Par hum jaante hain,
Kambhakt yeh dil tut tha hii nahin.
Chahe lakh koshish kare,
Chalta hii rehta hain,
Unki yaad mein...
Meri fariyaad mein.
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A long, brisk walk. The heart aches now. It needs to learn, unlearn, and relearn the drill all over again.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
An emotional storm brews at the high seas. The rats have long fled the ship. The captain, true to his oath, remains to drown with it and in it.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Have you been to ancient temples in the south? You'll be awestruck at most of the main deities inside their garbhagrihas. But please do spare a passing thought for the few abandoned deities you see outside along the perimeter walls in some corner...
They too are intricately carved, hold great mudras and can be affected by mantras... but alas they've been abandoned by the very gods who made them...
Some lives are like that. Devanganangal kaii ozhinyaa taarakammm...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A spectacular love story
They had an afternoon of romantic, passionate foreplay. Sex was not necessary. It was better than sex. They looked into each other's eyes and drank nectar. They made love; no, they resonated each other. The afternoon was spectacular like a shooting star. Brief, but spectacular.
"We'll meet again later," she said. And she went back to her man. The love of her life.
A small crackle is heard. As if a violin was stretched and its strings broke. The tinkling noise fades away in the cool winter breeze. Not a bang but a whimper.
He is dead and awaits her in his next birth for that's what happens to star-crossed love: They meet again and again till they are able to love, live and die together.
As Rumi had said once upon a time, "There's a place beyond right and wrong. I'll meet you there."
Inshallah.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I will cover the earth with kisses wherever your feet tread.
Yes, I know that that's been said before by lovers in real and on reel.
So I shall do it.
Before you step on a rock, I would've kissed it. Before you light a lamp, I would've lit it. Before you make a wish, I would've granted it. Before you go to sleep, I would've made your bed. Before you wake up, I would've made your breakfast. Before you think of me, I would've appeared in your dreams.
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In similar vein as one of my all-time favorite poems Him, in my sleep, here goes:
- Where does the essence that the word carries lie?
- Does the wind whisper it to the rustling leaves?
- Does the lonely lamp's flame's tongue flicker it?
- Does it reach the deity's mudra and through it to the yantra below it?
- Does it reach the intended heart 500 miles away
Through the IT superhighway?
The poet inside him pondered while
The lover inside didn't care.
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You look like a thousand lotus buds waiting to bloom. And when you smile, the first rays of the sun kiss their dewdrops and they open up.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A poet is born from his muse. She's the source of his words, which are again his offerings to her. And the cycle is complete. And the cycle continues.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
As another night closes in... and a long-distance train chugs on and whistles nearby, i rest with peace. For tomorrow's just another day. And love is always around the corner. Revitalized and renewed. Understood and undersigned by the two soul's hearts beating far away from each other but in unison.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Same words from two different people express different silences.
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The rest of whatever I feel and I want to say I shall swallow. Words, like forbidden love, have no space in our human ecosystem.
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