1shablog

ये बहती हुई सर्द हवाओं की साज़िश है,
तेरी बाँहों में आने की गुज़ारिश है।

I see a handsome young man seated across, looking at his phone, texting someone and smiling. I look at his pretty face, his strong built shoulders and soft hands. A very soft person and gentle. He is wearing comfortable but crisp clothes. An expensive watch. Greeting the waiter courteously, very smart person.

न तुम हो, न मैं हूँ। फिर कैसी ये चाहतें है।
तेरे न होने की कैसी ये शिकायतें हैं।

You remember small details about me and I think we are getting where I always wanted us to be, to be something more. I feel happy by your little texts and gestures. You say you tend to forget things but you remember all things about me. Or is it just a coincidence?

I look at the balcony on the fifth and I see a couple kissing madly. His hands on her chest, her legs on his, and both wrapped around each other. I take a deep breath and I look at the pool instead. I sit there lost in thoughts about you and how you would hold me just out of the shower and pull me in, as we bathed and kissed. I touch my lips remembering your touch, your lips.

To distract myself from your thoughts I search for a movie to watch and as I watch the movie, I am reminded of you. Every scene, every smile, every line, makes me miss you so much. I close the movie and I just look at your pictures and I read your letter again. I am ecstatic. I miss the days spent with you. I have complains with these distances between you me. Why are you so far away. I am getting sad and I hug my pillow, holding your letter.

My hair flutter in the wind reading your handcrafted words, your words are heartfelt. Rain drops began pouring as if I am drenching in the love of you. I recall our first rain filled meeting.

For a moment I can’t believe it, it’s actually a love letter from you, it’s your handwriting! Do dreams and fantasies actually come true, Oh they do. You made it true. How I am reading every word in amusement. You write so well. My heartbeats rush reading your letter for me.

I see the sunroof of your car standing at my main door. I climb down the flight of stairs in excitement and jump off two stairs at a time and quickly open it for you, and there you are, dressed in black, wearing your sunglasses and smiling at me standing along with your beautiful black giant car.

ज़िन्दगी का ये नया मोड़ बहुत ही सुहाना सा लगने लगा था। तुम्हारे पास आकर , फिर से खुद से जुड़ने लगा था। तुमसे मिलकर अब सब कुछ भूलने भी लगा था। तुम्हारी पनाहों में हमेशा रहने की दुआ करने लगा था। मैं बदलने लगा था।