He brushed the hair strands off my face and tucked them behind my ears. The mere touch of his warm fingers on my cold skin felt like a wave of relief washing over me. He glanced at me and pulled me closer. Putting his chin on my head, he whispered "love has many forms. But for me, it has always been you !" I would've missed what he said, but the silence didn't make it possible.
-
"होता हैं न दर्द, जब कोई अपना बिछड़ जाता हो ?"
"....और उस दर्द का क्या जो वहीं अपने स बेइंतहा मोहब्बत कर, ख़ुद हीं से मुंह मोड़ लेने का अंजाम होता हैं ?"-
When you're in love, you're in no rush to make things obvious to everyone. Rather, you enjoy the process of being with someone who makes you feel complete, happy and love yourself. You wait, you learn, you know each other well, you rise and grow in love.
You let that feeling embrace you and make you know how love can change you, of course in a better way.-
Your ear to ear smile lits
up my surroundings like
a Christmas tree.
You, closing your eyes and
nodding at me, assuring
about something feels like
a cozy sweater warming me
up against the whole cold world.
Your poetries about love that
you would write while sitting
near the fireplace, gives me
warmth while I read them.
Your eyes talking to me and
silence surrounding us is what
I sometimes need to make myself
realise how love always doesn't
needs definition and words.
Brownies with a scoop of icecream
and you, reading to me phrases
of your favourite books, a way
to embrace ourselves.
Let's not fall but by fly in love
again and again?!-
अपनी आदत लगवाकर वह
अधूरी ख्वाहिश बनकर छोड़ जाते हैं,
करीब होकर भी वह दूरियां बढ़ा कर
वक्त के साथ-साथ धुंधले होते चले जाते हैं ।
रातों के अंधेरों में अश्कों के बहने
की वजह बन जाते हैं,
जिन्हें सबसे ज़्यादा मोहब्बत दिया,
कमबख्त, वहीं आखिर में खंजर खोप जातें हैं ।।-