ऐसे क्यूं ❤️

/ऐसा क्यूं कुछ तो लिखती हूं
लिख के मिटाती हूं मैं रात भर
ऐसे क्यूं बातें खुद की हाय
खुद से छिपी हूं मैं आज कल पर ये सब सोचना
दिल को यूं खोलना
सब कुछ कह कर हाय
सब को बताना जरूरी है क्या//
This was just another night when you crossed his path with his new girlfriend and you type him messages back home in the darkest hours of night.That name in your contact still with a heart.You talk about how your life has reached the lowest after he left.Your words fall in the keyboard like a laminar flow of emotions.You vent out the heavy feelings which you didnt even talk to yourself after he left.May be you run away from the pain of his absence.May be you assumed you will shatter in pieces if you see the miserable shade of yours without him.You have not even seen your own scars nor aided them.You don’t let yourself invade into your personal space of bruises and anguish.You write long messages just to backspace at the end,with tears on the 6inch screen.But you feel why does every unsaid words are never understood even for once.You ask to those walls in your room,Why it’s like a pacemaker to make him realise,you have been loving him and successfully failing in moving on from him since long.

//ऐसे क्यूं उसके होठों पे
अच्छा लगता है मेरा नाम
ऐसे क्यूं कुछ भी बोले वो
मन में गुलता है जफरान
गिरता है गुलमोहर ख़्वाबों में
रात भर क्यों ऐसे ख्वाबों से बाहर
जरूरी है क्या//
You miss him calling you by a different name.The day when he said you infront of everyone ‘Mine’ and the nights when he didn’t miss to drop a ‘Goodnight Kiss’ in your inbox even when you slept early.The videocalls and the long hugs,you miss everything.His funny humor and his cheesy lines, everything made your life better..He left since days and months.Unfortunately,you still did dream of holding his hands,kissing his forehead and loving him.You pull yourself to stay in those dreams forever but sunrises pull you out fiercely.

Numerous questions pile up in your heart for him.You manifest someday he will speak his heart for you.Your every ‘WHY’ just get rebounded back to your face.No matter what,he has gone for no good is the ultimate truth.You can run a marthon but can’t change the truth of your heartbreak.

We are heartbroken.We break hearts too.

No matter how well the poets romanticise heartbreaks with pretty metaphors and vocabularies,a heart break is still about tear absrbing pillows,swollen eyed mornings,strainous smiling afternoons, gulzar shahab with tea cups evenings and again the stabbing memories filled dark nights.Because words don’t lessen the wreckage of soul nor gives you closure to your innumerable questions.Words are those bandaids which still hurts you when taken off your skin.

But in the window period of heartbreak and moving on,words will make you feel relatable and can help you taking one step at a time.You decide your painkillers.You change your red flags.You skip to ‘Not available for love’ zone with your swipe rights.You heal you in your ways.May be one day after a month or year,you get your closure not with someone but with yourself.

In some good sunny days,your rebuilt heart meets someone.You befriend him.You be you with him.You dance your heart out in the roads after a tiring day with him.The comfort around him paints soothing colours to your heart.He shows no red flags.He is the one types for every other girl in the parties but you don’t go in his arms.His eyes dazzle with your name but you don’t like your name even then.He brings you your favourite whiskey and takes you to your favourite place,but you left midway with half eaten food leaving his proposal ring untouched.

No matter how crazily someone sings you “मेरे दिल ये सरफिरा
तू सयाना है कहाँ,प्यार बिन तलाश के ही हो रहा हाए बौरेया हाए बौरेया,मोहे तू ही सुहाए बौरेया “,you choose to unfollow that heart and song.May be you are wrong or may be you are not.But truth is we all break hearts.We get heart broken too.In search of a Veer to Sameera,we don’t see the Ahan waiting at the other side of our door with flock of patience and love.Shouldn’t we choose the one who loves us over the one we love?? Ironically,we say yes to this when asked but in reality we don’t do such because irrespective of who you are, Ahan,Sameera or Veer,the Alexa in mind always plays ‘जाने वो कैसे लोग थे जिनके
प्यार को प्यार मिला’.That’s the thing about love, sometimes we don’t see and sometimes love swipes us left.

Khuda Jaane ❤️💫

//सजदे में यूँ ही झुकता हूँ
तुमपे ही आ के रुकता हूँ
क्या ये सबको होता है हमको क्या लेना है सबसे
तुमसे ही सब बातें अब से
बन गए हो तुम मेरी दुआ// There are billions in this world.Someone’s eyes caught me.Some looked alike my celebrity crush.But my compass of life got stuck at you.You are the light at the end of my darker tunnel.The feeling of ‘Yes,He is the one’ and the feeling of Home,I found in you.May be there will be many like me or may be not.But with you in the hills and valleys of my life,I am a whole heart today.You have become the reason I will spell love,life and laughter.My numerous shooting stars and those 11:11 wishes,you have become a forever name in my prayers.

//तू कहे तो तेरे ही कदम के मैं निशानों पे
चलूँ रुकूँ इशारे पे
तू कहे तो ख्वाबों का बना के मैं बहाना सा
मिला करूँ सिरहाने पे
तुम से दिल की बातें सीखी
तुम से ही ये राहें सीखी
तुमपे मर के मैं तो जी गया// If the destination is you,I shall walk along all the footsteps with you.Love has never been a sugar rush for me.But love recreated it’s trails to reach you in real and also in your dreams.With you,I learnt the ways to fall in love again,the conversations of heart and the new life I am living now.If not a sugar rush,I feel the taste of serotonin love injected with your name.

Metaphorically when K.K.sang “खुदा जाने के मैं फ़िदा हूँ
खुदा जाने मैं मिट गया
खुदा जाने ये क्यूँ हुआ है
के बन गए हो तुम मेरे खुदा” I felt it’s plethroa of emotions we feel for someone.No one dies for anyone they love because they wish to spend a lifetime with their love.But the earnestness of love I have in heart,it feels the same as my heart has connected the arteries to urs.The analogy may feel like a death because our life gets defined with someone else whom we call,our love.And like those innocent faces,I blame the Cupid for it.

//दिल कहे के आज तो छुपा लो तुम पनाहों में
के डर है तुमको खो दूंगा
दिल कहे संभल ज़रा ख़ुशी को ना नज़र लगा
के डर है मैं तो रो दूंगा
करती हूँ सौ वादे तुमसे
बांधे दिल के धागे तुमसे
ये तुम्हें न जाने क्या हुआ// The evil eyes to good things are real in this world of cruelty.My heart urges to safeguard you in my arms because I feel petrified of loosing you.My nightmares may have stopped coming but I am afraid my happiness may come across a hostile stare.I trust you as I trust the sync of my lub-dub with life.But the fault in stars and jinx may be real.Let every wood be touched for knitting us with the threads of forever.You are the blessing I wished in disguise while wishing for a better life.

Beete Lamhein ❤️

It’s not false that memories and old conversations hurt.They tear your skin deep to the fascia and make you bleed from your lacrimal glands.But on the other side of grass,the memories will make yoh smile too.When the pain you are going through at present,you feel some memories of past makes you smile too.Like the cherry on top of your not-so favourite flavoured cake.Like the small rainbow in the sky after thundering.You miss the person,you miss his presence in your happiness,in your ‘How was your day’,in your no-special-feeling notifications in your phone.You feel the numbered days were better.With him,even the turmoil felt little less brutal and the nightmares felt less atrocious.Just like ‘दर्द में भी ये लब मुस्कुरा जाते हैं
बीते लम्हें हमें जब भी याद आते हैं.’

Your rewind and replay button starts.You go through the days of holding each other hands,talking about being with each other at 3am of the night through chats and so on.In those hours of midnight when you wait for their one message to popup and in the background of your dark room Alexa is playing KK’s voice in Beetein Lamhein.You feel to tap on the call button just to ask the person to be back and to give another one mere chance(may be).Your hopes didn’t die yet and you feel the time when you parted was wrong.(May be)now the planets and stars have alligned to make things in place for us again.You with through all the shooting stars and 11:11 to make things work because you felt this will be worth it.The efforts,the misunderstandings and miscommunications might just be the ingredients for a better biriyani of life.

//मेरे कांधे पे सिर को झुकाना तेरा
मेरे सीने में खुद को छुपाना तेरा
आके मेरी पनाहों में शाम-ओ-सहर
कांच की तरह वो टूट जाना तेरा
आज भी जब वो मन्ज़र नज़र आते हैं
दिल की विरानियों को मिटा जाते हैं//. At the end of the song when this plays,you remember the days when you carry a heavy heart, rest your head on his shoulders,letting your tear drops roll on his tshirt and you feel that Life is still doing better.The embrace when you run to his arms seeing him after just a day to hide your face in his chest and realising your heart is safe there.You don’t take a blink to cry infront of him when you fail in life or career.You wail in the shade of his heart and your fluffy panda eyes will still be loved in the aftermath.

Today when you cross those conversations where you both talked about hearts,you smile a little more wider.May be because you realise he is more happier somewhere without you and you are just happy about it.And May be,just may be,they call this attachment,love and not just another fling.

Baarishein 💫

//सुन ज़रा मेरे पास आ
अब बैठे हैं हम भी यहाँ
दिल की दरमियाँ
बारिशें हैं, बारिशें हैं
तेरी ही बातों पे मैंने सज़ा ली है दुनिया यहाँ
दिल की दरमियाँ//

While the clouds shower love of rain and sky sparkles with thunder,I shall pull you little more closer.The nullifying distance between our skin,rubbing of our arms,fingers sliding into the spaces and heartbeats racing a marathon with the increase of dopamine.As your lips utter words,I sew emotions and build up our castle of love called HOME

//अब तो आती है, बुलाती है
बिस्तर से यूँ गिराती है
कि सौं में, बाहों में बस तेरी
जब बारिशें बरसती हैं
पागल जैसे थिरकती है
तुम जैसी हो, बस वैसी ही रहो//

I love the child in you who pulls me closer to hear the breath.Playing with you in the bed like the new love birds who just moved in under the same roof.Life feels like a shooting star which fulfilled my 11:11 wish,when I get wrapped around your arms and watch the rain drops through the window panes.The rain drops dance like crazy in the earthy ground with happiness and celebrate love stories like us in many other castles.When the rain stops dancing and other seasons come,I shall love you little more while I sleep around your arms till a lifetime.

//तेरी आँखों का काजल
न फैले अब कभी भी
तुझे इतना प्यार दूँ, हाँ
तेरी खुशियों की खातिर
ये दुनिया मैं मेरी, एक पल में वार दूँ//

While you adjust your messy hairs,I see the limitless sky of love through your almond shaped eyes with perfectly lined kohl.I shall write more poetries on your dark lipsticks on my skin, getting smudged.But I won’t dare a nightmare to see your smudged kohl disranging the grace of your eyes and heart.If they could measure love,I would have counted the amount of stars in the sky.More than loving you,I shall hustle through life to curve your lips as a convex arc.I will live a thousand years to metaphorise your smile with pretty consonants and vowels and will call it a perfect happy life.

End tak❤️

In a spring evening when sun sets you wish to walk along the roads with him while the wind of love looks like glitters in your hairs.You wish they see your smiles and they hold you when you break.But you don’t convince yourself to be in love or you are actually being loved.Ofcourse Jaggi’s character is like an illusion in the Genz.Someone will be there who must be loving us little less crazier and little more pragmatic than Jaggi.But,someone will certainly be there,whom we look in the phone screens and ask ‘Why me?’.

There will always be innumerable reasons to make someone believe why you love them.There will be one reason why you want to stay and that’s because ‘It’s him’.You may love how they look in a date night or how that hairstyle suits him or how that shirt is perfect fit on him.But you want to stay with him, because you love how,”he sends weird selfies to you,he gets irritated at your flaws but sends your favourite food when you frown,he gets happier than you whn you succeed,he checks on you amidst a busy day to make sure he remembered you,he comes raw to you hoping you embrace his every shade too and all those million other things which we experience gradually.’

‘I Love you sirf suruwat hoti hai’after that with days,months and years you realise you wish to go till the end of the movie with him carrying love and kisses,fights and anger,likes and dislikes,near and far, everything which escalates your dopamine for that one person even in white hai,loose skin and fragile bones.Further,while asking yourself ‘Why me’ you will wish that it should not be anyone else other than you because ‘made for each other’ feels real now.

PERFECT🧡

‘Well,I found a guy handsome and sweet.Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me‘,I edited the lyrics of Ed Sheeran when I saw him wearing a longitudinally striped shirt through a 6inch screen.Sun had just come again and my morning playlist added ‘Perfect by Ed Sheeran’.My half opened eyes just dived in the screen with full wide smile on lips.The jealousy triggered in me for the girls who will be seeing him in person.Hence,I did a childish thing to drop a GIF saying ‘Evil eyes off’.May be that calmed my jealous side.I wished to skip to the part where Ed Sheeran says,”But darling,just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes, you’re holding mine”. Aaah!!!the distance.

But they say when you are in love you find him Perfect in all the ways and in all the shades.In the dark when stars guide you,in the light when sunlight itches you and in the midnight when love fights all mess.With the heels in a crowd or with barefoot on grass,you dance alliging your arms with him and singing “Darling, just hold my hand
Be my Man, I’ll be your girl
I see my future in your eyes“.With good laughters or with terrible secrets,you know you are alright,together.

Ofcourse,there will be days when he looks little more than perfect.May be his hairs have set right or the beard is trimmed good or just you are overshadowed by love for the person himself.You feel the song Perfect fits with him in each word.You thank Ed Sheeran for million times when you pull the handsome and sweet person closest to your breathe and let alexa play, “I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person.
And he looks perfect.
I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight”.

माइया मैनु❤️

//ना रे ना रे ना रे ना रे ना
तुझ बिन रहणा नहीं होणा
देख तुझे बस है जीणा
तेरा होना नजराना//

In the spring when the wind rustles my hairs,I wish you to adjust my hairs behind my ears.With dandelions of love and kisses,I picturesque myself with you.I wish to count those seasons together and mark the time of infinity to make sure my corneal reflexes work to gaze into your eyes for painting my future.

//बिन तेरे क्या यारा मेरा
साहिबा तू मैं मिर्जा तेरा
अक्सर तेरा जिक्र छिड़े तो
मर जाणा ऐ मिर्ज़ा तेरा
बेहतर हाय बेहतर हाय
तुझसे ही सब होता जाए//

You are the samosa to my chai.The raita to my biriyani.The lemon to my tequilla.The wish to my shooting stars.The fullstop to my commas of pain.The easy metaphor to my undefined love.You are the whisper of heart I hear loudest in crowds.You make things and life easy peasy as abc and better as a cake pie.

//इस दर पे तुझसे ही नज़ारे
तुझसे ही हर ओर बहारें
तेरा होना है कुछ ऐसे
जैसे घर को रब्ब की दुआ रे
इश्क़ में क्या है कहना कहाना
तेरे सदके हर पल जावां//

You make ths four walled rooms a home.Your steps bring springs to every place you go.With you,I shall break rules for the sake of ‘It’s fair in love’.My love carries no vocabularies to express and I shall die a million times in words seeing you all my life.

//ज़िंदगानी में होना तेरा
लख लख शुक्र मैं कहणा
ओ माइया मैनु याद आवे
सुन चरखे दी रूह//

As I listen the world with pretty voices around,I hear your ‘I Love you’ as an echo in my heart.Tell me where you find Cupid who conspired to cross your paths with mine.I lost my heart with days and I am on a string of thanks for the universe.On the arm,I see your hands wrapped around and life feels a cakewalk already.

Blush a little more❤️

In the middle of a good story,
As we filled spaces between our fingers
With fingers of other,
I was asked a question
looking deeper into my eyes
And firmer with emotions
‘Why Me?’
For a span of moment,
My verses and vocabularies
betrayed me.
The writer in me got frozen in feet
Pride in heart
And coyness in eyes.
The reasons to ‘Why Me’ can be many
But the reasons to ‘Why not you’
Is the plot twist.
Not enlisting a long queue of adjectives
Describing your looks,face and what not,
Because,
the eyes of writers dive different.
Smitten by your words
I got attracted.
Those little efforts,
Infatuation did strike.
Holding my heart closer,
I alarmed ‘Not now’.
But You stayed
I got my heart slipped.
Good or Bad
Mine or Not
Love or Friends,
I gulped
Certainities and uncertainties in all.
But before the certain moment,
You were the one
Done and dusted
Without your approval
With no apologies and No regrets.
My smile turned to blush
My handshakes turned to hugs.
You became my muse in disguise.
You were my hidden treasure
Until you
let me breathe your cologne
In the safest arms
And asked me
‘Why me?’
One day when I stand in crowd
And narrate poetries.
Blush a little more
When all the eyes see you.
May be then
You will get the answer,
‘Why not You’

Gehraiyaan ❤️

//तू मरज़ है दवा भी
पर आदत है हमें
रोका है खुद को लेकिन
हम रह ना सके
तेरी लहरों में आ कर
ऐसे हम बहे
ले डूबी जा रहीं हैं
गेहराइयां हमीं//As smoothly this heart physiologically pumps blood to the organs of body,I wish the emotion quotient of the heart was smooth too.Alas!we are humans with scars and bones.Deepika Padukone says right,we are a mess.In the battle of heart and mind,the destiny plays like an Ace card.You feel the person you met yesterday on a friend’s birthday party can vibe with your heart.But you also feel the person can be both,a good vibe for your soul and messy ordour for your surroundings.Everytime your heart and mind struggles,you remember,heart is never wrong.After insomniac nights of pulling back your emotions and pushing ahead your cold mess, you realise you are late.In the depth of love,emotions and another person, you are drowned already.In search of a saviour,you conclude,’Thoda chance toh lena padega’.For every intuitions of your heart, you follow the heartbeats,may be for the wrong or the right.//तू लाउ भी है हवा भी
कुछ जले हम कुछ बहे
तुझे में समाये ऐसे
धुआँ धुआँ हुए
लहरों की ज़िद्द है ऐसी
लेहरोन में बहे
ले डूबी जा रही हैं
गेहराइयां हमीं//But as said by all those broken hearts,poets and writers,love can b both;peace or a chaos.That’s on us.Else love is pure like the clouds covering mountains or the Sun meeting the ocean.In the course of a messy love story,they can either be the wind or just the fire.In the sail of love, you both get deeper in emotions with each other.You entwine with your souls through your skin.You are certain,the mess behind your closed door is awaiting.Your guilt trip knocks your door.You don’t want the repeat of love-hurt repeat cycle.Invain.Love is a like a parasite.It pierces your skin,stays and gets you drowned in the infections.You get drowned together like you believe that’s what the stubborn love waves wish for.All hail to love,loss and a mess again.But you decide which weighs more amongst the three.When love weighs more,align your strings of heart together and enjoy the mess with each other.Lora Lipsa
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