I feel I have a wild, wandering soul.
I wander every night, a short distance, sometimes a long walk, sometimes in my thoughts and sometimes in my dreams, but I wander each night, looking out for you. In dark nights, or nights full of stars, nights which are covered in fog or just a normal night.
"When I look up,
I see you in gold,
Sometimes in silver
And sometimes bold,
I must say
You are the Sun
To the night,
Because of you
My dreams are bright,
You play the game of
Hide and seek
Wherever you are
And whenever it's right,
I am sure,
You will come out
And show your sight,
Oh my heart, oh my Soul,
You are such a wanderer
And I am a lost soul,
For everyone like me
You are the source of
Greatest bliss,
I keep awake to
Send you kiss...."
Well as the night deepens, I wonder, how much ones life is lost in waiting. I was also waiting for you, as always, but you didn't come. It doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt, It doesn't matter how many times you don't turn up, it will always hurt, it does not matter how many times you try to make up for this, The ache, that would not leave.
I wander every night, a short distance, sometimes a long walk, sometimes in my thoughts and sometimes in my dreams, but I wander each night, looking out for you. In dark nights, or nights full of stars, nights which are covered in fog or just a normal night.
"When I look up,
I see you in gold,
Sometimes in silver
And sometimes bold,
I must say
You are the Sun
To the night,
Because of you
My dreams are bright,
You play the game of
Hide and seek
Wherever you are
And whenever it's right,
I am sure,
You will come out
And show your sight,
Oh my heart, oh my Soul,
You are such a wanderer
And I am a lost soul,
For everyone like me
You are the source of
Greatest bliss,
I keep awake to
Send you kiss...."
Well as the night deepens, I wonder, how much ones life is lost in waiting. I was also waiting for you, as always, but you didn't come. It doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt, It doesn't matter how many times you don't turn up, it will always hurt, it does not matter how many times you try to make up for this, The ache, that would not leave.
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Pic courtesy: my husband, Location: Alwar |
जानते हो
दर्द क्या होता है?
किसी को पाके
खोना क्या होता है?
दर्द क्या होता है?
किसी को पाके
खोना क्या होता है?
उम्मीद क्या होती है
उम्मीद का टूटना क्या होता है?
जानते हो,
मुस्कुराते चेहरों के पीछे भी
अक्सर दर्द छुपा होता है
गहरी शाँत आँखों में
अक्सर एक सैलाब रुका होता है
जानते हो.... ?
नहीं जानते तुम
नहीं जानते तुम
वक़्त का इंतज़ार क्या होता है?
नहीं जानते तुम
प्यार का नशा क्या होता है?
नहीं जानते तुम
तड़पना क्या होता है?
नहीं जानते तुम
कि कैसे जागती हूँ मैं
रात भर तन्हा
जब सो जाते हो तुम
नींद के आग़ोश में
मैं और चाँद भटकते हैं
रात भर तनहा....
क्या ये जानते हो तुम?
नहीं, नहीं जानते तुम
और, जानोगे भी कैसे
लम्हा लम्हा इंतज़ार किया
मैंने जिस लम्हे का
वो लम्हा आया तो
पर यूँ ही निकल गया...."
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