Windows to Soul

As I stood there, almost for an hour, staring at the inexplicable beauty that shone like a bowl of liquid silver filled to its brim reflecting rays from an overhead flourescent lamp, undecided, I realized that something was missing in the picture. That night the lunar beauty was a poet's perfect inspiration but it didn't seem to be working for me. What was it that was missing? A mild wind was blowing. As the cold air encircled me, filling the pores in my skin, lifting me as if affecting my buoyancy, thoughts of her descended on me, transpiring me to a world unearthly. As my brain redrew her face, with that sweet smile that she always had when looking at me, the decision was made. Finally I dialled her number. She picked the call and I asked her to come out to the balcony and see it for herself. Yes, that was it. As I imagined her, standing on the balcony of her apartment, filled with awe, gazing at the full moon, I found the missing piece. It could not have been more beautiful

teri yaad mein har waqt, rehne lagi hai aankhen nam tujh bin jina bhi kya jina, har khushi ab lagti kam har khushi, har gum mein bas, aati hai teri hi yaad maana tujhko hai khuda, toh aur kisse karu yeh fariyaad? mann bhi jao ab toh tum, bohot le liya imthehaan teri hi yaadon mein dooba, kahi yeh tanhaai na le le meri jaan tu sirf mujhse ruthi naa, maano ruth gayi yeh zindagi dosti yaari sab kucch chutha, reh gayi toh bas teri bandagi.

the day i caught you chatting with q number of guys and i said 'carry on...i do not want to disturb you' the day you sat beside me in the bus and enquired about my research paper the day you came with me to return the flower basket in the burning sun the day when you sat beside me on the ride and i said that this will take us to the top and then will have a free fall and you started shouting nahi, nahi, roko roko the day you ironed my kurta and returned it with a pretence of a dhobin calling me saabjee the day you said to me 'friendship mein sab kucch chalta hai' the day i wrote a silly poem on you and you got really angry and said 'i don't care about what peop;e think about me' the day you said 'saare ladke aissa hi sochte hai kya' when i said 'ghar ki murgi daal barabar' the day i asked you to eat fast while having lunch together and you got angry and said 'nobody asked you to stay' the day you pretended to be still angry o