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...

Though I never admired her acting much, I was always a big fan of Katrina Kaif's (Kats) look. That's the reason I even chose her picture when I participated in this game called Best Proposal. But that said her latest two movies, Zindagi Naa Milegi Dubara and Mere Brother Ki Dulhan, have started to change my views about her. Not onlythe characters played by her were full of life, Kats did a great justice to them too. Where in ZNMD she made everyone realize that live life to the fullest and do everything that your heart says you to do, after watching MBKD evry girl wanted to be her, while every guy wanted her to be their dulhan. She was bubbly, she was sweet, she was fun loving but she, as she puts it, never crossed the lines. She is maturing with her every perfornance and if she puts a little more effort on her acting, nobody can stop her to be a superstar. Great going Kats.

baat pate ki kahunga mein, gaur farman har koi aaj taj mahal mein bhi banwata, hoti mere paas bhi mumtaz. chup chaap sehta main bhi duniya ke pathar ki maar agar mere liye bhi kurbani dene ko, hoti koi laila tayaar. lanka ko mitti mein milata, jaise usme tha sirf kaanch samudra paar main bhi karta, agar aati meri sita pe aanch. uske judai mein main bhi rota, peete peete banta devdas mujhse milne ka raah dekhti, hoti koi chandramukhi khaas. mera prem bhi amar kehlate, dete log uski misaal hoti koi jiska mujhse na mile, hota radha jaisa haal. deta main usko saari khushiyaan, poori karta main uski har ek aas agar mere paas bhi koi aisi hoti, jisko hota mere dard ka ehsaas.

Life seems harsh when trying to get rid of the ghosts from the past and the present seems distantly familiar. Worst of all the only companion who stands by your side during this difficult phase feels the exactly same way about life. Now the million dollar question is will life ever return back to normal? I read somewhere that a caterpillar's transition to a butterfly is initiated by a process wherein it wraps itself in a hard cocoon and tries to break out of it using its developing wings. It is said that more the force applied by the caterpillar, the stronger the wings grow. It is a very painful process and it somebody tries to relieve the caterpillar out of its misery by cutting the cocoon, its wings are rendered useless as they lack the strength to support the butterfly's weight. But what if the caterpillar is too weak and succumbs to the pain and fatigue of breaking the cocoon?

i wish the life was a little more cool or i was a kid, still going to some school the life was easy and i had not gone through so much i wish i was myself and still had that innocent touch i wish life was simple or i did'nt succumb to my desires or believed in people and that they were'nt liars i wish you were here, somewhere around someone i can still trust on this strange ground and be my eyes so there can be more things that i can see or i wish that the life was just a little less cruel to me