Cheeky treasures in goodbye

Go ahead, I won’t resist.

Hit at me with all you have

Emotion pouring through a hole on your side

Not a leakage, darling.

Embrace me with the warmth of cheeks grazing

And us holding each other for just a second longer.

Say what you could never tell me with eyes confessing.

Just a second longer,

Caress me with your gentle love

Until again, I am awed.

Gaze at me endlessly like the sunflower

Because the minute you close your eyes,

It is time to turn away.

Some things were never meant to be put in words

But we said them today

Oops and regret built up, sure,

But in the moment we were gold

A little crazy contained inside

And a lot more crazy without.

Without is such a heartbreaking word

Because I have never said this but

I fear being without

Why, should it ever be applied,

You may forget and my without may never become within again.

You live in the breeze going by in July

But I hope it doesn’t take you away from me.

Reach out with a hand and I’ll climb with you

Let me climb.

And so I climb.

Away from whom I want discover

The person I desire to swim inside of.

Some treasures aren’t meant for now

But damn are they priceless.


A few hours before 2016

A few hours before the new year I saw an art-piece of another age

First, I was sure it wouldn’t be as good as other plans of the eve

But then I saw it

And with it my new year had already begun

Travelling back I thought about what life would hold for me

Struggles, conflicts, and fights

Over something/someone I loved.

It would be so difficult

But those few moments of pure bliss would make up for it,

Wouldn’t they?

They would,

I know.

I know this because although this movie was,

as I believe all art-pieces are,

Exaggerated and sown to stretch the fibre of our emotions

And gather them into something so overwhelmed with tension,

This movie was not meaningless.

I know that I was crying because of my age

And my affected heart,

But it doesn’t mean that it did not change me.

It was a beautiful revelation,

Of love and pure love,

And dedicaton,

And valour,

And conflicts,

And submission,

And respect,

And beauty,

To which I saw a girl dressed in a flowing kurta as one of another age.

To which I saw the efforts of an individual, and several others,

Change the mien of my eyes from an embroidered cloth to plain coloured threads merged together.

To which I heard the beats of party music as irrelevant, and unintelligent.

Unintelligent because of the time its engagers occupied,

Time, with its precious moments,

Which could have been better used,

But I cant say this without living the lives of a million,

And so I rest my case,

On the hold that sab kuch bhul ke yeh deewani aaj mastani ho gayi.

(On the hold that forgetting everything else, this lover has become intoxicated today)

SALUTE to Sanjay Leela Bhansali for decorating a thing of the past with his customary colours that resemble so much more than yellow or red.

All references of this post are made with relevance to the film “Bajirao Mastani”