Happy Birthday,Love❤️

Dear Love,

Abhimanyu of SOTY,when you entered the college you didnt enter this Industry you entered so many hearts.I am no one different ofcourse but I am one of those million fans of yours whose crush on Abhimanyu has changed to Love for Sidharth Malhotra in these years.

Abhimanyu Singh gave me my Lifetime crush.In Hasee toh Phasee,Nikhil Bharadwaj’s innocence se main phass gayi.The Angry Handsome Man Guru in Ek Villain made me watch the movie more than 100times in a year.Monty Fernandez’s biceps in Brothers made me ignore Kareena’s hotness.Writer,Arjun Kapoor in Kapoor and sons related you to me in holding pen and writing.Seeing Jai Verma’s confusions in Baar Baar Dekho,I realised how hot you will look in your white hairs.You are a Gentleman already irrespective of Gaurav/Rishi in A Gentleman.Ittefaq’s Vikram Sethi,Man you were like:Shut up,Critics.Major Jai Bakshi,Your looks started occupying my wallpaper everywhere.Abhay Singh,I wish to kidnap you for a Jabariya shadi.Oh and your blockbuster, never to forget,Shershah.Everytime I saw you on screen,Raatan Lambiyan plays on background and I wish to see you more like ‘Dil Mange more’.Your movies may reach crores or may not go on for more than a week,you will always be my top search in Instagram and I will be your Top Fan in Facebook.

Hits or Flops.Appraisals or Criticisms.Relationships or Rumors.You have dealt with everything like a steady mountain who doesnt change it’s roots but tightens it’s laces for the next turn in life.
Ofcourse I don’t know the soul in you but I ain’t compltely unaware of your heart in this socially active world of Instagram.May it be your family or your new home or Oscar or your updates about movie,I make sure of having each of these in the gallery.I know,Google won’t disappoint me if i search these.But,One day if I get trapped in an isolated island with my family in my senescence I can say my family about my nostalgia for you.By then,it would be some more decades of SOTY, I will be seeing your oldie look picture from Baar Baar Dekho and will be saying, Munda Kukkad Kamal Da.

Wishing you success and more Love.

Happy Birthday.
Your’s more than a Fan.

Raabta❤️

When Arijit Singh’s Raabta is played,it spells out like an involuntary conjunction between two happy soulful sentences.Be it a hopeless romantic or be it someone high on heavy metal music,Raabta makes sure to create a space in your heart and to make you recite the lyrics when it’s played.

//कहते हैं
ख़ुदा ने इस जहाँ में सभी के लिए
किसी ना किसी को है बनाया हर किसी के लिए
तेरा मिलना है उस रब का इशारा
मानो मुझको बनाया तेरे जैसे ही किसी के लिए//

After you have crossed your adulthood,once in between some fairy tale movies you wonder where is your ‘the one’.Someone farther from your sight or someone around you,you believe the someone exists in this universe to make you use the hashtag #madeforeachother.And days or months later,you bump into someone amidst the crowd or in a party or amongst the books in library or just in your friendlist,you let your butterflies go on a marathon because you found ‘The one’.

//हम्म्म मेहरबानी जाते-जाते मुझपे कर गया
गुज़रता सा लम्हा एक दामन भर गया
तेरा नज़ारा मिला,रौशन सितारा मिला
तक़दीर की कश्तियों को किनारा मिला.
सदियों से तरसे हैं जैसी ज़िन्दगी के लिए
तेरी सोहबत में दुआएं हैं उसी के लिए//

You feel you have been blessed with the brightest star as your choicest blessing from every astronomical bodies up above the sky.You feel the destiny played it’s best card for you.After those hundreds of 11:11 wishes,you find your serotonin ruled by someone else and you feel this answered prayer is going to be your constant prayer.And your straight line 180 degree of realisation turns a whole complete circle of 360 degree when your connection reciprocates the emotions equally.Your hashtag gets a happy reality check.

//कुछ तो है तुझ से राबता
कैसे हम जाने हमें क्या पता
कुछ तो है तुझ से राबता//

Cupids don’t send a notification saying,’Hey!Love is here’.But it’s the muscles of the heart that squeezes seeing the person and the heartbeats race rapidly when the person steps nearer.You both embrace the happiest realisation and make Arijit Singh sing for you,

“तू हमसफ़र है, फिर क्या फिकर है
जीने की वजह ही यही है,मरना इसी के लिए”

A Thousand More💫

In a delightful spring evening,
I rest my head on your shoulders,
Speaking no verses
Whispering no kisses.
But that silence was lively.
The collison of our cups once or twice,
The buzzing of phones kept at distance,
The chirruping of birds returning home,
And the lyrics of our common playlist,
Nothing broke our healthy silence.
As the sun was setting somewhere in west,
and the moon comes up with stars,
I see a brighter sky
And the brightest person besides.
A heap of deranged emotions inside
Disorganised words and lot more.
May be such silences dont heal,
But that comfort gives hope.
The urge to fight back
Holding these hands firmer,
Now it will be easier
To grasp a shadow.
Tears may roll down
Getting absorbed in my favourite shirt of his,
My pain looses weight,
On these shoulders.
Like life makes a rhyme in the dream,
and with the heart of him
I remember the rhyme.
Toughness takes a break,
Life,lost and LOVE raise a toast.
Date nights and surprises are stereotypes.
Comfortable silences in chaos,
Holding on in anger,
Staying back together in muddles,
are the little things of love
where Alexa plays on it’s own
“I have loved you for a thousand years,
I’ll love you for a thousand more”

Lag Ja Gale❤️

Lag ja gaale is a perinnial feeling where you are longing for the tightest hugs when your heart shatters or when your happiness strikes the heartbeats.

//लग जा गले के
फिर ये हसीं रात हो ना हो
शायद फिर इस जनम में मुलाक़ात हो ना हो //
They say Airports have seen the favourite hugs but hugs are favourite always with the person you love.The long distance lovers,the broken heart loners,the one sided lovers or the love birds in the same city,everyone craves for a hug for one extra minute always.In those arms with their favourite cologne, when you get yourself wrapped,you wish the time to freeze.The second hand of the clock to take a pause.The clouds above to just stop moving.The universe to call that a forever.You feel tomorrow is uncertain and the next hug may take long or longer or the longest of time or just may not happen.So you let this hug be the tightest like the heartbeats holding on our lives,the firmest.

//हम को मिली हैं आज
ये घड़ियाँ नसीब से
जी भर के देख लीजिये
हमको करीब से
फिर आप के नसीब में
ये बात हो ना हो//
No one disturbs your embrace unless your eyes meet and smiles thank each other just for staying.The silence between the eyes and lips are serene.Your eyes talk in verses like those writers talk about love in poetries or avengers talk about ‘I love you 3000’.You hold the gaze with the eyes without a blink and realise how a monochrome world is pretty enough in those pupils.

//पास आईये के
हम नहीं आयेंगे बार-बार
बाहें गले में डाल के
हम रो लें जार-जार
आँखों से फिर ये प्यार की बरसात हो ना हो//
As you pull me closer to have the minimal distance between our bodies,I see my happiness so close.The tears of love get absorbed in your cloth when I rest my head hearing your lub-dub.Every ache of my skin and soul craves for this antidote of your arms.After every tiring day or agonizing nights or lazy afternoons or happy mornings,Lag ja Gaale plays in the background just to stay in embrace with the ones we love.Hugs are the subtle form of intimate love which make two souls say ‘Let’s stay here forever’.

Ae Dil Hai Mushkil ❤️

You know there is a missing piece in the puzzle.You don’t search for it here and there.But one dark night,you realise you have the person.You realise they make you feel like your favourite food makes you feel in your moodswings.You arrange them in the puzzle and damn!you are complete now.You chant them in prayers.You crave their presence in person like they walk around everytime in your thoughts.

Then one not so fine autumn afternoon,you confessed.Ears to ears.Eyes to Eyes.Skin to Skin.Face to Face.You said how your heart is too much keen for the person.You spill out your raw emotions describing your soul belongs more to the person now.Everytime you said,the silence from other side got more like a butterfinger,too clumsy.When few moments later the silence broke,it messed up your perfect complete puzzle.

Ouch!You didn’t hear the sound.But it was louder enough to say ‘Aasaan hai kya aisi mohabbat karna … jiske badle mohabbat na mile’.This time your silence was suffocating to you.In spur of moment,your perfct complete love curved a straight angle and got a rename as ‘One Sided Love’ with a guitar playing in background,”तूने दिया है जो,वो दर्द ही सही!तुझसे मिला है तो,इनाम है मेरा”.

After that sinister night,you grind yourself to be those sane one side lover who pushes their heart to throw away those emotions.You fail miserably and everytime,your brain shouts at heart saying “Ae Dil hai Mushkil“.No matter how much you speak “Ek tarfa pyar ki taqat hi kuch aur hoti hai … auron ke rishton ki tarah yeh do logon mein nahi bat’ti … sirf mera haq hai ispe“,your heaviness of heart still shatters in the darkness of your room at 3am.

That’s the feeble part of heart.The love can’t be forbidden.May be the destiny is not a ‘Happy ending’,but it want to continue the journey of loving someone wholeheartedly.The half sane and half broken heart travels to parallel world to have a complete lovestory like “ज़मीं पे ना सही,तो आसमां में आ मिल”. And that’s not uncommon,we all wish to be someone’s ‘Khwaish’ once in life.But we are humans too,we adapt to pain irrespective of “Ae Dil Hai Mushkil”.

The singular form❤️

चिट्टा कुक्कड़ बनेरे ते
चिट्टा कुक्कड़ बनेरे ते
काशनी दुपट्टे वालिये
मुंडा सदके तेरे ते.

While this song describes the beauty of the girl like a pretty metaphor in a regular poem by the poetic guy,it also says in background that “Love has it’s own destiny”.Some crosses valleys and oceans to seal the fate with their love.Some struggles inside their hearts with confusions for walking some feets to their special ones.Some gets drowned in love or just happily walk besides their ‘The one’.None of us know where our love will land but in those rare impulsive forms of love,we are like the Avengers who believes “We will win,Whatever it takes”.

तेरी आँखों से सारे मैं आंसू छीन के
तुझे दे दूँ वो प्यार का सुकून !
तेरे मेहँदी वाले हाथों को
मैं चूम के
उधार ले लूँ थोड़ी खुशबु.
तेरे झुमके वाले कानो को
मैं चूम के
थोड़े दिल की सुना भी लूँ.

As they say,they just don’t commit.They fall in love to make you realise commitment is not a horror story.It’s about a serenity in a person’s smiles.It’s a warmth in the fragrance of their cologne in your favourite shirt.It’s a heart to heart conversation whenever you embrace.It is a feeling of HOME.

तेरे दिल में खरीद लूँ
अब थोड़ी सी ज़मीन
और बसा लूँ एक प्यार का शहर.
तेरे काँधे पर
रख दूँ सर अपना
सारे गम मैं भुला भी दूँ.

In all the purest forms of love,it just craves a place in the heart of their beloved to dwell there for an eternity where the world stands still and time freezes when they rest their heads on the shoulders.They feel darkness even shines at the frozen moment.
Ofcourse the exitence of such love is singular in the plurals of love that stays till intervals.But,I wish,some of us embrace this infrequent form of love once in lifetime(may be) and never let it go ‘Whatever it takes.’ with the permission of destiny ofcourse.

Pasand nhn ayi ending,Badal do.🥂❤️

You smell like painful sweats.
Like something beaten up
To failures and losses.
You fear unfolding your vocabulary.
You don’t really talk to humans.
You swipe left deep conversations.
You act funny around.
You don’t wait for mornings,
Crowds and voices suffocates you.
You wait for sleepless nights
Or deep sleep nights.
You embrace nights.
In the restaurants,
You order wherever your index finger stopped.
In the fog of window panes,
Rains outside.
You feel solace.
Tears roll down your cheek,
You rewind the bad days round the clock,
A persistent messy life
And forlorn YOU!
The tissue paper soaked your tears of past,
The half complete food looks dull,
But you talked a lot with yourself.
When Ved said,
“Pasand nhn ayi Ending?
Koi baat nhn badal denge,
Apni h kahani hai.”
It echoed in my ears louder.
You saw the torn papers of life,
The blank pages of life.
It did take many tissue papers,
But you gave birth to a new YOU!
Like something beautiful with scars.
Like something raw with stitches.
Like YOU yet not you,
A wholesome changed you.
Till we don’t like the ending,
Restart again
And shift the ending.
That’s where
The game changes.
Ofcourse,aches and bruises take time.
But we heal.
Because we are humans.
We smell imperfections
But,we fight
We win or loose.
We again fight.
And this cycle repeats.
The struggle is constant
Till the ending is not gratifying,
The change is constant.

You can’t wish someone to love you.

You bought them their favourite roses.You planned a date in a sea facing restaurant under the open sky.You made them go head over heels for all your efforts.You bought them their favourite chocolates.You crossed boundaries of recklessness.Just because you were deeply madly and desparately in love.And you were not wrong at any probability.We all do things for love.

This perfectly brewed coffee turns bitter or less cloying when you try to make someone fall for you gravely.There is thin line of difference in loving someone and making someone love you.I agree entirely, both of these emotions come hand in hand.But there always comes a point when you know where to stop putting sugar to the coffee.Because no matter how perfect the coffee is,some will not prefer it.May be because they like tea more or because they like green tea more.And that’s something you can’t control.Therefore,just make the coffee,serve it hot,drink it hot and if the other one rests cold take that pain inside your throat.

That’s what love is about.Sometimes your small efforts make someone fall for you.Sometimes your boundless efforts stay unrequited.Sometimes ‘I Love you’ is all that’s needed for an happily ever after.Sometimes ‘I am here for you always’ won’t matter even after years.Sometimes it’s just about love and you both.Sometimes it’s just about you and your love alone.And everytime that’s okay!You gave it your all.Your unceasing love and your constant efforts everything may not be enough for a forever but are enough for living with no regrets.That matters!

But yes,may be that’s where one looses it’s patience for love again.The acceptance of “You can’t wish someone to love you when the person doesn’t.” is hard.But what’s harder is,”Not giving yourself another chance to fall in love because the lover in you has given up already and your perpetual form of love got vanished in some uncertain fog.”And that time ball will be in your court,fall in love again when you breathe it right or just let love go if you still feel suffocating.Remember, the lover in you is precious!

We all are Forever Warriors.

It was a good day.You enjoyed and lived life.You ate your favourite food.You were genuinely living each letter of happiness in real.But then in the midst of your scrolling life, your thumb paused.At some hour in the evening,you realised that one page in the site turned the tables upside down.

Boom.Blast.Buried!And in a flash the ideology of your life changes.You read failures more louder in bold.You name one failure as your ‘The end’.Your midnight lamps got wasted.Your dark circles suddenly make you feel a darker(at times darkest) future.

But..But..But.. that failure,is that other name of death? Ofcourse,not.Then how can you call that the end of life.When Jeetu bhaiya said,’War main harne wale WARRIORS kehlate hai LOSERS nhn.’,this is the truth no one wants to accept.We gulp down the throat more harder truths but we get stuck to swallow a healthy truth.We are humans.We see dispairs and agony more closely than hopes.In a white paper of life,people will mark the some few black dots called death,because that’s easy.

Shattering down after a turmoil and lamenting over an unexpected truth are normal.But what’s not normal is grieving over that and making yourself a loser.What’s not normal is assuming the same ending to your new beginning.And there we loose more confidence than ever.If the beginning will be different,how can the ending be same.You don’t read the lines of your palm and stop living or trying again.Because no one is GOD here.No one is a WINNER here always.Today or tomorrow we all will win and we all will loose.In battle of life or examinations,we all are forever WARRIORS.

Moreover,your aims and dreams are the goals of life purely.They are not the pacemakers of your heart.They are like the dopamine for life which makes you work for them vigorously with dedication and determination because they are your ONE source of happiness.Working your sweats and blood for your happiness is never wrong,but pushing back other ways of happiness is flawlessly wrong.

Take a deep breath.Take a break.Life still inhales hopes.You will do it tomorrow, may be tomorrow will be one month or one year later.But that’s fine.

Chup Mahi Chup hai Ranjha❤️

Every lovestory…is like a cuisine.Some will be spicy.Some will stimulate your sweet buds in tongue.Some will be like the Biriyani perfect to taste.Some will be just Rajma chawal,like your Home.But there will be some which will take away your taste of home.The rajman chawal won’t taste the same anymore how perfectly you add the ingredients.Because, somethings are just to be in parallel universe.

When Dimple said Vikram Batra to come next time only for her,little did she know that she will see him next being wrapped in the tricolour.Amidst the sense of pride and sense of loss,she was devastated in the ashes she saw.No one expects a love to leave for the universe or against the universe.But,the veins stop the rushing of blood abruptly,when the destiny conspires and pushes you to elope to a death bed.

The flashbacks play in a big screen in your mind.The first gaze at each other.The confessions.The first kiss.The promises.The bike rides.The movie hours.The tease of friends.The perfect plan of forever.Everything picturesque infront of your eyes but it’s tortuoy off beat now.The bed of roses changed to thorns by a whisker.Every first thing coincides with the last words.The last kiss bumping into the last warmest hug.The last smiles at each other taking u-turn towards the tears.

While speaking of love,we speak of forever like you speak of stars and sky.It’s like a theorem.You don’t love hoping it won’t stay.But when it leaves for variable reasons,you decide how you gulp the theorem.Dimple chose to hung up on the love because the memories of Vikram were enough for a lifetime.Her heart was not fragile to break but uncommonly steadfast to stay in his love for ages hoping they will meet in another universe may be.But,none of us are Dimple.None of us are Vikram.None of our love stories stay in the same page as them.When in love just love like the love of an eternity because you never know when your playlist will change from ‘Raatan lambiyan’ to ‘Chup Mahi Chup hai Ranjhaa’ with the master of stroke of universe.