Imaginations of an insanely romantic heart-
Ye mausam ye raat chup hai
Ye hothon ki baat chup hai
Khamoshi sunane lagi hai daastan
Nazar ban gayi hai, dil ki zubaan.
Sitting at an arms distance from you on a four feet bench, I felt tongue tied. You talked about random things for a while to overcome the awkwardness. Overwhelmed by your presence around me I was delving deep into the joy of the moment. No matter how intensely, I wanted to convey my feelings , I just could not speak out. Just about when it was time for me to leave, you quit your endeavors and relaxed. I looked at you and you looked into my eyes. Your gaze focused on my eyes as if it were searching for a sign . You sight reached the point where your eyes penetrated my soul. It was then that I saw something shining in them. It was my reflection. My eyes smiled as I knew my feelings had found a carrier. It was love in the air.
Har mulaaqaat ka anjaam judai kyun hai
Ab toh har waqt yahi baat satati hai humein
It was the third time that my phone rang. We sat on a different bench this time. I knew I was horribly late and I would have to make up a zillion stories explaining myself later. I cursed the technology for making me so easily reachable to people when the only person that I wanted to be with was in my reach. 'You were saying something' I said disconnecting the call ( astonished at my own courage). You seemed happy at my action and continued telling me about how you felt about the institution of marriage. I was nodding in agreement and imagining how blissful our marriage could be. Life could be as beautiful and blessed like the past two hours that I had been spending with you.'Do you know how beautiful you are' you said as you caught me staring into void occupied with my futuristic optimism. 'What!' I said, though I had heard it good enough. 'You are very beautiful' you repeated looking straight into my eyes. At that, my cheeks turned red and knees went weak. I felt like I was floating in the air engulfed between the dark pink clouds. My trembling hand wanted to hold yours to find the strength. But before the courage to do that could reach my frail hand, the network transmissions reached me. My phone rang again! With you, time flew.
Ye mausam ye raat chup hai
Ye hothon ki baat chup hai
Khamoshi sunane lagi hai daastan
Nazar ban gayi hai, dil ki zubaan.
Sitting at an arms distance from you on a four feet bench, I felt tongue tied. You talked about random things for a while to overcome the awkwardness. Overwhelmed by your presence around me I was delving deep into the joy of the moment. No matter how intensely, I wanted to convey my feelings , I just could not speak out. Just about when it was time for me to leave, you quit your endeavors and relaxed. I looked at you and you looked into my eyes. Your gaze focused on my eyes as if it were searching for a sign . You sight reached the point where your eyes penetrated my soul. It was then that I saw something shining in them. It was my reflection. My eyes smiled as I knew my feelings had found a carrier. It was love in the air.
Har mulaaqaat ka anjaam judai kyun hai
Ab toh har waqt yahi baat satati hai humein
It was the third time that my phone rang. We sat on a different bench this time. I knew I was horribly late and I would have to make up a zillion stories explaining myself later. I cursed the technology for making me so easily reachable to people when the only person that I wanted to be with was in my reach. 'You were saying something' I said disconnecting the call ( astonished at my own courage). You seemed happy at my action and continued telling me about how you felt about the institution of marriage. I was nodding in agreement and imagining how blissful our marriage could be. Life could be as beautiful and blessed like the past two hours that I had been spending with you.'Do you know how beautiful you are' you said as you caught me staring into void occupied with my futuristic optimism. 'What!' I said, though I had heard it good enough. 'You are very beautiful' you repeated looking straight into my eyes. At that, my cheeks turned red and knees went weak. I felt like I was floating in the air engulfed between the dark pink clouds. My trembling hand wanted to hold yours to find the strength. But before the courage to do that could reach my frail hand, the network transmissions reached me. My phone rang again! With you, time flew.
