Song for today

I wish I could do better by you,
Cos that’s what you deserve.
You sacrifice so much of your life,
In order for this to work.

While I’m off chasing my own dreams,
Sailing around the world,
Please know that I’m yours to keep,
My beautiful girl.

And when you cry a piece of my heart dies,
Knowing that I may have been the cause,
If you were to leave, fulfill someone elses dreams,
I think I might totally be lost.

But you don’t ask for no diamond rings,
No delicate string of pearls,
That’s why I wrote this song to sing,
My beautiful girl.

Song for today

mujhko apne gale laga lo aye mere humraahi
tumko kya batlaau main ke tumse kitna pyaar hai
mujhko apne gale laga lo
jin raaho par hanske chalo tum phool wahaan khil jaate hai
dam lene ko jahaan ruko tum madhushaale ban jaate hai
tumko chhu kar pawan jhakore khushboo lekar jaate hai
lekin hum to dekh ke surat dil thaame reh jaate hai
dil thaame reh jaate hai
dil se dil ke taar mila lo aye mere humraahi
tumko kya batlaau main ke tumse kitna pyaar hai

Daddy, I love you.

I see love everywhere…

Venice is a very romantic city.

Hena had forwarded me a couple of links about solo women travelers and one of the blogs duly noted that Venice is the top most city that one must NOT visit when she is a woman and is traveling alone.

Now, I am not against the idea of romantic love. I mean I grew up on it, sickeningly so. But all the kissing, hugging and intense displays of affection drove me to depths of loneliness and insanity in the first few weeks.

It was very ‘aww’ and cute in the beginning. It made one smile to see a couple blocking the traffic on a ponti (bridge) because they were so busy kissing. So much so that you could hardly see their faces.

But Venice has about hundreds of pontis and every single time, it is not so cute anymore. Some of them are just annoying. Get a room, please.

I have nothing against such celebration of love. I don’t. I understand the intense emotion of young people on honeymoons. I do. But you see, I am single and I need to cross this ponti to go home to myself.

But now, I am used to it. It doesn’t bother me anymore. Not one bit. Because everyone is in love. Everyone I know is either newly falling in love or re-falling in love or in love or almost in love. And I am listening to their stories and feeling their smiles. And all this love seems justified. Kiss away. Snuggle outside churches. Dance in parks. Celebrate.

Venice is a very romantic city. Did I say that already?

Song for today

Na main tumse koi ummeed rakhoon dilnavaazi ki
Na tum meri taraf dekho galat andaaz nazaron se
Na mere dil ki dhadkan ladkhadaaye meri baaton mein
Na zaahir ho tumhaari kashm-kash ka raaz nazaron se
Chalo ek baar phir se..

Tumhen bhi koi uljhan rokti hai peshkadmi se
Mujhe bhi log kehte hain, ki yeh jalve paraaye hain
Mere hamraah bhi rusvaaiyaan hain mere maajhi ki -2
Tumhaare saath bhi guzri hui raaton ke saaye hain
Chalo ek baar phir se..

Taarruf rog ho jaaye to usko bhoolnaa behtar
Taalluk bojh ban jaaye to usko todnaa achchha
Voh afsaana jise anjaam tak laana na ho mumkin -2
Use ek khoobsoorat mod dekar chhodna achchha
Chalo ek baar phir se..

Days of you and me

I knew all along

this was not meant to be

but you had me convinced

there was something I didn’t see.

There were awkward silences

I didn’t understand,

I would talk through them

too scared to know what they meant.

But there was laughter too

and echoes of it,

though we were not perfect people

at many times we felt like it.

I knew lines from songs and books

which spoke about us to me –

a doomed happiness,

a short-lived and a casual breeze.

But there was more

and there is so much it could have been,

if I was different,

a different you and me.

Intimacy

Secrets on my tongue

waiting to be told

to you

and only you.

I could not tell

I could not risk

so I kept them

deep within myself.

But now there is you,

and I understand why

these secrets were secret.

they were waiting for you.

They are special,

these secrets

and they are secrets

because of you.