We have met in dreams
many moons ago
when stars were not born
and the sky was a deep shade of blue
you were a rose in a garden
and I was a thorn
just behind you .
I used to look up to you and say
well, what if I get this rose someday?
that day is today
and the pretty flower has come finally
my way .
Sau bar janam lenge,
Sau Bar fanaa honge,
Ae jaan-e-wafa phir bhee,
Hum tum na juda honge.
Cant imagine a more idyllic song than this.
Way back in cold Delhi nights,
We, a group of hard core romantic friends
would hum this song on our past midnight jaunts
into the dark streets of capital.
Do you still have that devastating smile?
Do the locks of your hair still have that fragrance of roses?
Is there still a star shining in your eyes?
Do those cherry lips still sing songs of Love?
When you walk, then turn around, and then look?
Do a thousand flowers still bloom?
I am sure they do
I am certain they do .
Hawaon pe likh do hawaon ke naam
Hum anjaan pardesion ka salam
Yeh kiske liye hai? bata kiske naam?
O panchie tera yeh surila salaam?
Kishore Kumar. Mystic song from' Wapas'. An inquiry into our real being. Our real self.
I spent the entire day lost in dreams, watching distant clouds, as they bend low to kiss the earth. Far away from home, I long for some warmth and love. How has the earth suffered under a scorching sun! And now finally she yearns for life and those dark dusky clouds, that look like the full bosomed beauties, have brought succour and relief to the tortured soul of the earth. She moans in ecstasy as she opens her heart to the dark messengers of romance, love and good fortune.
Panchi banoon urti phiroon mast gagan main,
Aaj main aazad hoon duniya ke chaman main'
A song about Freedom. Unadulterated joy. Lata. Her best song.
When Love calls . Listen .
For its not very often that He calls .
I had a dream .
A forbidden dream .
I should even not be talking about it .
Its me and you
And that lonely riverbank again
I look into your eyes .
The breeze whizzes past your dimpled cheeks
You lower your eyes .
Its love calling again .
Tu Kahe Agar.
Tu Kahe gar jeewan bhar main geet sunata jaun,
Dukhj Dard mitata jaun.
Tu Kahe agar
Mukesh. A song I have loved since my childhood days.
You are so shy that you dont even look my way
I hold your hands and you look the other way
I gently reach for your burning lips
Like hot embers they burn in that cold night
I touch the cherry flames of fire
And you shiver .
You look dazzling, like an angel
How wish I could kiss those lips
How I wish I could hold those hands
How I wish I could lay asleep that night in your lap
How I wish I could look into your eyes all night?
Every part of your body gleams in the moonlight
If I have to die tomorrow, I have no regrets
For I see that you have bent your honey lips
To meet mine
That you are caressing my hands
And my whole body shivers in ecstasy
Your hair fall on my face
Their perfume intoxicates me
I hold you in my arms - pull you gently towards me.
And you softly murmur in my ears .
' Please . mat karo na . kuch hota hai'
Chalo Ik baar phir se ajnabee ban jayen hum donon.
Who can ever forget that Mahendra Kapoor/Sahir/Ravi/Gumrah Classic?
Looks like it was only yesterday that I was together
with the one I love. Was one such rainy night and it
poured ceaselessly from the heavens. She looked
straight into my eyes and asked if I needed to drink
something. She went into kitchen and brought steaming
hot cups to coffee and thrust one into my hands. The
coffee was hot, and as I sipped the dark brew she sat
by my side carelessly tossing her dark manes on her
shoulders.
'Isn't it a lovely night', she asked. I could not
decide if the darkness of this night was more lovely
or the ravishing beauty of this woman, clad in a white
Saree that hides her gorgeous figure? I took her
small hands in mine, clasped them, till she said
' Please, let me go'
It was so hard letting her go that night. It was the
same for her too. As I left her hands, she drifted
closer to me. The perfume from her was heavenly. In
one second I was in another world. Still holding that
hot coffee she drew herself close to me. and mumbled
something into my ears and we together broke out into
a laughter. Her laughter, her giggles, her wayward
charm stoked a fire in my heart that cold night, that
I still burn from.
She wanted to go out, and get wet in the rain. She
said she liked it. Its not your native place, and Its
winter. Winter rains in Delhi can be pretty
unforgiving, I remind her.
And she sings an old song .
'kis ne jaana sab din saawan,
Dar ghar baitho, mat man-bhavan,
Jo na barkha main bheeg nahaye,
Use nahin jeene ka haq hai.
Jise maati kee mahak na bhaye,
Use nahin jeene ka haq hai.'
She drags me along, and like one locked in chains of
steel I join her in her merry dance in the rain.
Unmindful that her wet Saree now brings out her divine
form, she hugs me in sheer ecstasy and then it happens
She plants a kiss on my lips. And as I stand there in
pouring rain completely dumbfounded, she dances,
holding my hands, her body and her soul completely
drenched in this downpour of love.
It rains like hell outside today, and the whole world
is wet. But my lips are dry.
