It could have easily been passed off as a painting on canvas of a die hard romantic painter. Now who else would paint the night sky with a careful mix of diluted pastel pink, orange, red and a tinge of yellow? Add to that sugary cold breeze making bathed green leaves dance to its tune.
Roads are washed and so are our souls, that got drenched while we were enjoying a walk...hand in hand...My hand is still in yours and your arms have covered me as though protecting me from mischieous chilly wind. The balcony is not too high...then how come it feels like the world is far below me?
The smell of coffee, I just made for you, reminds me of the day we first met at that coffee shop. And I feel the same warmth as when I did when you first held me...
This is all so perfect. Then why does it feel like a dream?
May be because it is... There are no cups of coffee; no balcony so high...and no arms to take care of me.
Only the painted sky is real and so is the playful breeze that just suddenly turned a little unfriendly as though questioning me teasingly of your presence. I look up at the painter's sky as it watches me wait for you...
Come soon...before coffee turns cold.
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She...
...Shines like moonlight on a long breezy night
She gushes like untamed waves in a mischievous sea;
Her laugh like gurgle of a baby,
She is everything you want her to be.
She is a woman in love...
Like naive clay on a potter's wheel
She lets you mold all her dreams...
Her eyes meet yours and
She sees whatever you make her believe
She is a woman in love...
One day it will all change
When she'll hear life's original song
Illusions it will all seem
And she would have 'lost faith in love'
But till then...
Don't wake her up, just let her dream on
Let her be what she's happy to be
...A woman rapt in your love.
She gushes like untamed waves in a mischievous sea;
Her laugh like gurgle of a baby,
She is everything you want her to be.
She is a woman in love...
Like naive clay on a potter's wheel
She lets you mold all her dreams...
Her eyes meet yours and
She sees whatever you make her believe
She is a woman in love...
One day it will all change
When she'll hear life's original song
Illusions it will all seem
And she would have 'lost faith in love'
But till then...
Don't wake her up, just let her dream on
Let her be what she's happy to be
...A woman rapt in your love.
Buy me Love...
A bouquet of perfumed roses, box of chocolates, a bottle of red wine or...aww a gold pendant or a romantic dinner...how did your valentine make it a special day for you? For me, it was just another Saturday except that I spent more hours at office. Ah no, not by choice but because I...ohk I had nothing better to do anyway. But I did go for a nice Saturday (not valentine's day) lunch with colleagues. Good food, good company...good day. No gifts, no valentine, no lovey dovey lunch...yet a good day.
Do I hear 'loser'? Read on...
As we enjoyed our weekend lunch, I overheard this cute couple talking:
He: Your eyes are like stars which scatter light...
Your divine beauty makes many a men fight.
Would you be my Valentine and accept me?
She : Your proposal will be thought after I see how you treat me.
(gives her a big greeting card)
She: Oh my god! This is a lovely card... I wish to believe it's as big as your heart...
He: I love you a lot my beautiful doll
She: That's ok...but won't we go to a shopping mall?
He (holding her hand): Why, this place is nice (and cosy)..let's spend some time here...
She: But I want those pearls, I saw in a shop there...
He: Okay before that how about a V-day kiss and a hug?
(...and the conversation contd.)
I am not anti-V-Day but just amused with commercialization of love. Balloons-adorned streets, roses everywhere, special offers at coffee shops make celebration of love for some and depress others who call it 'singles awareness day'! Not sure about love (don't believe in it much anyway) but ones who really celebrate are florists, jewelers, archies', et al. What do you say?
Do I hear 'loser'? Read on...
As we enjoyed our weekend lunch, I overheard this cute couple talking:
He: Your eyes are like stars which scatter light...
Your divine beauty makes many a men fight.
Would you be my Valentine and accept me?
She : Your proposal will be thought after I see how you treat me.
(gives her a big greeting card)
She: Oh my god! This is a lovely card... I wish to believe it's as big as your heart...
He: I love you a lot my beautiful doll
She: That's ok...but won't we go to a shopping mall?
He (holding her hand): Why, this place is nice (and cosy)..let's spend some time here...
She: But I want those pearls, I saw in a shop there...
He: Okay before that how about a V-day kiss and a hug?
(...and the conversation contd.)
I am not anti-V-Day but just amused with commercialization of love. Balloons-adorned streets, roses everywhere, special offers at coffee shops make celebration of love for some and depress others who call it 'singles awareness day'! Not sure about love (don't believe in it much anyway) but ones who really celebrate are florists, jewelers, archies', et al. What do you say?
You Sang To Me
Nothing could have prepared her for this moment. This was it. Finally.
She has been dreaming about it day and night. Combing her wavy tangled hair, standing in front of mirror, staring at the ceiling at 3 am, waiting patiently at bus stop -- she'd think of the best way to react to this one moment. Normally, eyes turn watery when you suddenly receive something you've been carving for, she thought. May be laughing away to glory and resting her burdened head on his shoulder was a better way to express? How about pretending that what she was seeing in his eyes was totally unexpected? huh...she'd often smile or sheepishly slap and force herself back to work.
Her wait was over. He was back after 2 long years and still longer 8 months. It would not have been so had she not discovered, soon after he left, a void impossible to fill. She wasn't aware but perhaps, he had been doing so for the 2 years they knew each other. Not that she saw him and spoke to him everyday. But he was there...always.
He walked in wearing a big smile and a white check shirt, blue jeans and shoes, complementing his tall, well-built body. A personality pleasantly different from what she had last seen.
She never thought he had flattering looks. But then she had never looked at him flatteringly ever. He was always there...somewhere. A good friend of hers, like many others.
That was then. And this was now. She had seen 'it' at last. They were always meant for each other. So what if it took some time for her to realize that. She couldn't take her eyes off him, as the smile on her face and drops in her eyes grew bigger.
"Wow, you look beautiful," she thought he'd say.
"Hey gorgeous! missed ya so much," he said in a disturbingly friendly voice.
Pointing towards her he continued, "This is my life..." pointing to the woman standing besides her he added "...and she'll soon be my wife." She heard him laugh...so loud that she had to let out a cry.
Nothing could have prepared her for this moment either. This was it, finally... Or was it?
Should she win her love back? Can you really win love? May be it was just not meant to be...
She has been dreaming about it day and night. Combing her wavy tangled hair, standing in front of mirror, staring at the ceiling at 3 am, waiting patiently at bus stop -- she'd think of the best way to react to this one moment. Normally, eyes turn watery when you suddenly receive something you've been carving for, she thought. May be laughing away to glory and resting her burdened head on his shoulder was a better way to express? How about pretending that what she was seeing in his eyes was totally unexpected? huh...she'd often smile or sheepishly slap and force herself back to work.
Her wait was over. He was back after 2 long years and still longer 8 months. It would not have been so had she not discovered, soon after he left, a void impossible to fill. She wasn't aware but perhaps, he had been doing so for the 2 years they knew each other. Not that she saw him and spoke to him everyday. But he was there...always.
He walked in wearing a big smile and a white check shirt, blue jeans and shoes, complementing his tall, well-built body. A personality pleasantly different from what she had last seen.
She never thought he had flattering looks. But then she had never looked at him flatteringly ever. He was always there...somewhere. A good friend of hers, like many others.
That was then. And this was now. She had seen 'it' at last. They were always meant for each other. So what if it took some time for her to realize that. She couldn't take her eyes off him, as the smile on her face and drops in her eyes grew bigger.
"Wow, you look beautiful," she thought he'd say.
"Hey gorgeous! missed ya so much," he said in a disturbingly friendly voice.
Pointing towards her he continued, "This is my life..." pointing to the woman standing besides her he added "...and she'll soon be my wife." She heard him laugh...so loud that she had to let out a cry.
Nothing could have prepared her for this moment either. This was it, finally... Or was it?
Should she win her love back? Can you really win love? May be it was just not meant to be...
Hope
There's silence
in scared air
accompanying
several unanswered questions
And there is Me....
There's dusk
closing day's eyes
with
many undone promises
And there is Me....
There's moon
sitting alone
amidst
blurred sky
of your love
And there is Me...
Dawn's here.
Morning star
shines on
the dew on grass;
There is mist
engulfing my view
...And there is me
still waiting for you
Kuch Is Tarah Lyrics
This is the first time I am posting lyrics of some song....but trust me the lyrics are worth it! :)
Kuch Is Tarah - Atif Aslam
[Kuch is tarah teri palkein
Meri palkon se mila de
Aason tere saare
Meri palkon pe saja de]3
Tu har ghadi har waqt mere
Saath raha hai
Haan hai yeh jism kabhi duur kabhi paas raha hai
Jo bhi gum hai yeh tere
Unhe tu mera bata de
Kuch is tarah teri palkein
Meri palkon se mila de
Aason tere saare
Meri palkon pe saja de
Mujhko to tere chehre pe
Yeh gum nahi jajjta
Zaij nahi lagta
Mujhe gum se tera rishta
Sun meri guzarish ise chehre se haata de -2
Kuch is tarah teri palkein
Meri palkon se mila de
Aason tere saare
Meri palkon pe saja de
Here's the song
Kuch Is Tarah - Atif Aslam
[Kuch is tarah teri palkein
Meri palkon se mila de
Aason tere saare
Meri palkon pe saja de]3
Tu har ghadi har waqt mere
Saath raha hai
Haan hai yeh jism kabhi duur kabhi paas raha hai
Jo bhi gum hai yeh tere
Unhe tu mera bata de
Kuch is tarah teri palkein
Meri palkon se mila de
Aason tere saare
Meri palkon pe saja de
Mujhko to tere chehre pe
Yeh gum nahi jajjta
Zaij nahi lagta
Mujhe gum se tera rishta
Sun meri guzarish ise chehre se haata de -2
Kuch is tarah teri palkein
Meri palkon se mila de
Aason tere saare
Meri palkon pe saja de
Here's the song
Unspoken words...
Words unspoken, but not unheard
Subtle gestures spoke more than words
Two hearts willing to love
..in between many silent words.
Silence- etched deep in hearts,
Though extremely close, were miles apart
Restless emotions but wordless feelings
Words now lost their meaning
Raging emotions desperate to be seen
Finding no way...mute they had been
But eyes not numb, they said it all
And in the unbroken silence, love began to crawl
Words suddenly hovering, when eyes met
But the language of silence chosen instead
Not said but not quite unheard.....
Between you and me- thousand unsaid words..
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