Let it flow

Even if I am in a state where I am schizophrenic, I'll be loving you. 

So let it flow. Let love flow.

Today and tonight. 
Midnight and mid-day. 

Let it flow with each pulse. 
From my palm to your wrist. 

From me to you, who I've been in love with 
All this while 
While you've been elsewhere 
In your own heaven and hell 
And Earth in between.

When our love's lake was frozen still
I bloomed as your lotus 
With my leaves detached from your water.

May I say that I miss you? At times?

Imprisoners of time that we are... 
Few more moments with you won't hurt
Neither you, neither me, nor my love.

Can love be so liberating yet tied up? Together?

Will it always be you in me and me in you? 
Afar?

Please hold my hand as I close my eyes 
And take my last breath
My last sip
My last dip in the holy river.

Don't worry, 'cause I'll die soon in your arms. 
My body will be
Carried away on this hammock of our dreams.

Not a day goes by 
Without you haunting my mindspace and heartscape
Without you knocking me down. 

Not a night goes by 
That I don't feel your moist skin,
Your warm touch,
Your deep sighs. 

Not a morning comes by 
Without me wishing...
For your love,
Mysterious like you but eccentric like me.

Maana ke hum yaar nahin...

Every once in a while, a song hums into your life and takes your breath away. Previously, I had fallen in love with Baawra mann and Dil toh bachha hain jii...

Those songs were and are a significant part of my life. Baawra mann, in fact, has become an anthem of sorts.

Last week, I saw this hidden gem of an unknown movie titled Meri Pyaari Bindu. Very filmy, very narrative, and yet, very poignant. 

The movie slowly but surely grew into my psyche and established a personal space there; mind you, it's not a great film by any standards but it had something that involved me. 

Maybe the story was very relatable and, in parts, it was very predictable too. In spite of a very badly characterized female lead, the movie held its own.

The song. Well, the song. Is it just that? 

It made me want to walk in the rain with her. Holding her hands and stealing glances every once in a while... 

This song is an ode... 

To all that was possible. 
To a mysterious smile, which only the observing heart catches. 
To paths that were left incomplete. 
To love unrequited. 
To the field beyond right and wrong. 
To the crevices and cracks where it lies wounded and curled up. Like a cat.
To the only kind of love that lasts. Outlasts life itself. 
To the yearning and pain that takes the taste out of tea, the bite out of coffee, and the fragrance out of a flower.

To pasts real and imagined... And to that surreal boundary where they meet.:-)