Just one last time

Tell me I’m yours and tell me your mine

I want to say I love you just one last time.

Let me smell your hair

And let me touch your skin

'cause I am hopelessly in love

And that’s all I’ve ever been

I wish to drown in your beautiful eyes

and caress that pretty face

Hold you real close so as

to feel your heartbeat race

I want to take you in my arms

and give you a kiss

I want to feel it all again

feel that eternal bliss

I want my breath to be in yours and yours in mine

I want to say I love you just one last time

With you everything felt dreamy

and completely enchanted

Fool I was,

who took you for granted

Never stopped to take a moment

and said that I loved you

What’s in it to say

I thought you already knew

I never thanked god

for having met you

Never gave you chocolates, flowers

even gifts very few.

Not a moment goes by

wishing that I should have

I would've died to do it now

only if I could have

If relationship was a mountain I’m sure we had the hardest climb

So I want to say I love you just one last time

I think I always knew

that I was never good enough for you

You were beautiful,

charismatic and subliminal too

Perfect you were,

the flawed one was me

But it didn’t bother you

‘cause you loved me unconditionally

We had no compatibility

no understanding, not even trust

We had nothing in common

not even things that are a must

Perfectly imperfect for one another

and about it, people made a lot of fuss

But none of that mattered

‘cause we were in love and it worked for us

I'd be imprisoned for life if love was a crime

So I want to say I love you just one last time

Till death does us apart,

we both vowed together

But death it was that,

pulled me by the tether

I'll never leave your side

I know I had said

You must have thought I abandoned you,

you must've thought I fled

      Stranded on the other side of life

      I am helpless and in vain

      I can’t see you suffer

      I can’t see you in pain

      But my soul hovering over your halo,

      should actually be at peace

      It shouldn’t matter that I died,

      ‘cause it matters that you lived 

      I want to be with you, but I can’t cause the choice isn’t mine

      Yet all I want to do is say I love you just one last time     

What is Love ???

What is it to be in Love exactly?

Is it really the violins playing, wind chimes chiming and butterflies fluttering in the stomach?

Is it when you are in love the wind blows the girls’ dupatta and it falls on the guys’  face who is standing miles apart and a song starts to play in the background?

Is it when two people are walking such that three guys can easily do bhangra between the spaces separating them and suddenly the girls’ sari gets stuck on the guys’ bracelet? They try to remove it and in doing so they look in each others’ eyes and that’s it the world stops. (And let’s not forget the song starts to play in the background).

Or is it when girl is walking on a friggin rough floor that has the greatest coefficient of friction and suddenly she slips on so much as a single sesame seed. And out of nowhere the guy comes and holds her just in time trying to maintain his own balance and striking the famous RK banner pose. They look in each others’ eyes and that’s that. Come on now the bloody song really feels bad so it plays again for the umpteenth time in background.

                                                                                    

Is this love?  

I don’t think so; it’s Karan Singh Grover a.k.a Dr. Armaan starrer Dill Mill Gayye (with extra L’s and Y’s) version of love. Love in reality is much much more than that. It’s a feeling that can’t be described in words. It’s a thought that has eluded poets and writers for centuries. And these were their attempts to put a finger on it. So I decided to put it to thought too. Love is the most talked about and written about topic in the world. People spend their entire life trying to find that someone special. Love can be, most of the time mistaken for infatuation. The question which once had started as ‘What is love’ boils down to ‘Is this love’. There is a very thin line between infatuation and love.

So how is one supposed to tell the difference?

The best test is time. Infatuation never stands the test of time but with love it’s a completely different story. No matter how filmi it sounds but you’ll just know it when the time comes. Everybody wants to fall in love, be loved and experience love. It’s a phase in which a small thought of hers will keep you smiling for hours. Having said all those things I’m damn sure the attention of most of girls would still have lingered on the name Karan Singh Grover. Hasn’t it? Damn it! I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned him. Crap! I did it again. Moving on, her face is imprinted so well on your memory that you can see her every time you close your eyes. Sometimes you pray to god to give you that artistic gift just so you can sketch her, to give you that poetic sense just so you could write a poem for her. Being in love is like being in a mystical place where every day is like the first day of spring. Every thought is worth singing for. The atmosphere always seems cozy and the heart is always soaring.

As hard falling in love might seem, staying in love is way harder. It’s a union of two souls and mid-way the process mind starts to interfere. You suddenly check for pros and cons. And that’s when the question arises; ‘is she the one.’ Every man that has walked on the face of this earth, at one time or another right from the birth of time itself has faced this inevitable dilemma ‘Is she the one’. This question defines everything and it might even turn your world upside down. But if it’s really meant to be, it’ll turn out to be the right way. And that’s when it starts to happen, wavelengths starts to match. The bond becomes stronger. But it doesn’t mean you complete each others’ sentences, it means that you don’t need sentences. And that is just the beginning and you’ll spend the rest of your life enjoying such things that we call love in the broader sense.

This was my version and I’m sure everyone has their own. Which might, I‘d like to add, include some dupattas flying……

But one thing’s for sure it always starts with one simple question, ‘What is Love.’

PS: all references to Dill Mill Gayye (with extra L’s and Y’s) are not because I watched it. It’s because I have a sister and she’s a fan, who goes Yipes!! And turns pink every time she hears the name Karan Singh Grover a.k.a Dr. Armaan. I swear I don’t get why girls blush by mere mention of his name…

Crap!! I did it again, didn’t I?  

Mumma I love you......

This is a little something that i wrote for my mother............

I know I’ve told you a million times

Give or take a few

But I’ll never tire of saying that

Mumma I really love you

To see me first was the hospital nurse

If I ever were to trace

But I opened my eyes the first time in the world

To your angelic face

I knew I had caused you enormous pain

And I could even see you cry.

But one look at me and you began to smile

I still can’t fathom why.

You reached for me with trembling hands

And held me close to your heart

‘My baby, my blood, my flesh,’ you said,

‘You’ll always be my part’

As days, weeks, and months passed by

You showered me with love so kind

I kept you awake for a Billion nights

Which you didn’t even seem to mind

 

I guess I had learned to crawl after that And even learned to stand

Every time gravity pulled me down

What held me, was your hand

You strained your ear at my rambling words

To register my first ever word

You tried to make sense of it

Even though they were absurd

My world expanded day by day and 

Meet people quite a ton

I became really busy making new friends

But you were the constant one

You’ve done things for me I can’t describe

My philosopher, my friend, my guide

Be it the high, be it the low

You always stood by my side

I pity the fools who think these are things

every mother obviously ought to do

I pity their tiny brains ‘cause I know

You did them only ‘cause you wanted to

I know I’ve told you a million times

Give or take a few

No matter what I say no matter what I do

Mumma I’ll always love you

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