1shablog

I listen to you, I am speechless. I listen and I can’t respond. I always wondered how would I say,…

ये बहती हुई सर्द हवाओं की साज़िश है,
तेरी बाँहों में आने की गुज़ारिश है।

I see a handsome young man seated across, looking at his phone, texting someone and smiling. I look at his pretty face, his strong built shoulders and soft hands. A very soft person and gentle. He is wearing comfortable but crisp clothes. An expensive watch. Greeting the waiter courteously, very smart person.

न तुम हो, न मैं हूँ। फिर कैसी ये चाहतें है।
तेरे न होने की कैसी ये शिकायतें हैं।

You remember small details about me and I think we are getting where I always wanted us to be, to be something more. I feel happy by your little texts and gestures. You say you tend to forget things but you remember all things about me. Or is it just a coincidence?

I look at the balcony on the fifth and I see a couple kissing madly. His hands on her chest, her legs on his, and both wrapped around each other. I take a deep breath and I look at the pool instead. I sit there lost in thoughts about you and how you would hold me just out of the shower and pull me in, as we bathed and kissed. I touch my lips remembering your touch, your lips.

To distract myself from your thoughts I search for a movie to watch and as I watch the movie, I am reminded of you. Every scene, every smile, every line, makes me miss you so much. I close the movie and I just look at your pictures and I read your letter again. I am ecstatic. I miss the days spent with you. I have complains with these distances between you me. Why are you so far away. I am getting sad and I hug my pillow, holding your letter.

My hair flutter in the wind reading your handcrafted words, your words are heartfelt. Rain drops began pouring as if I am drenching in the love of you. I recall our first rain filled meeting.

For a moment I can’t believe it, it’s actually a love letter from you, it’s your handwriting! Do dreams and fantasies actually come true, Oh they do. You made it true. How I am reading every word in amusement. You write so well. My heartbeats rush reading your letter for me.

I see the sunroof of your car standing at my main door. I climb down the flight of stairs in excitement and jump off two stairs at a time and quickly open it for you, and there you are, dressed in black, wearing your sunglasses and smiling at me standing along with your beautiful black giant car.