Have you thought about it lately?

Have you thought about it,lately?

If  we ever meet, some how , somewhere

What would you say to me, when we meet?

If you would feel those stirrings, you think you would never feel.

If I were to serenade you with a song, you never heard before.

What would you do, when I take you in my arms?

Have you thought about it, lately?

You have met me somehow, somewhere.

If you just look around through the faces in the crowd.

You would find me,looking at you.

Waiting for you to say something to me.

Trying to awaken those stirrings you think you would never feel.

Wanting to serenade you with my song.

Waiting to take you in my arms.

Waiting for you, to think about it.

Kuch khayal: Tere bhi, mere Bhi.

Kuch adhure se, kagaz pe likhi aadhi kahani se

khwab, tere bhi hain, mere bhi.

Kuch khamosh se, khayalo ki bheed mein dabe

alfaz, tere bhi hain, mere bhi.

Ankhon me pighalte, chehre pe fisalte

rumani se andaaz, tere bhi hain, mere bhi.

Kuch sehme se, andhere mein dare bachhe se

ahsas, tere bhi hain, mere bhi.

Ik udaas si dhun bajate, tanha se saaz

tere bhi hain, mere bhi.

Tera kehna hai ki hum alag, hamare raste alag

humari manzile alag si hain.

Phir bhi ek dusre ko pukarti, thartharati,

siharti hui si awaz, teri bhi hai, meri bhi.

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60 hours!

I'm rather forgetful, and knowingly so

when its a long lonely road

there is not much you would want to remember or know.

but its quite interesting what a chance encounter can do

I remember every moment

of 60 hrs with you.

If I could turn back time, I would gladly do

I wanna relive every moment of those

60 hrs with you.

Each time you smiled , laughed or looked away.

Each word you said, each memory you shared

No I can't erase them, they're  always gonna

stay.

Can't get enough of those moments

I play 'em in my mind, I swear each minute I do.

I would do anything, absolutely anything to relive

those 60 hrs with you.

I can still feel you sleeping in my arms

I can still feel you sleeping in my arms

Oh what a night it was....

I remember you sleeping with a smile of blissfulness,

 I remember watching you sleep like a child.

All I did was, watch you sleeping  

It wasn't meant to be a night of going wild.

I felt those stirrings where I am told my heart is

and I remember it felt no different than how

I feel writing this.....

I still wear the scent of you on me

it refuses to go away, like the memory of that night

its always gonna stay.

An Autumn Night.

As I walk on the carpet of fallen leaves

on a rainy autumn night, I feel your hand brush

against mine as if you're walking with me.

As the nippy breeze caresses me

I feel that you stroked my hair with a

 smile on your face.

As I hear the sweet sound of wind

it feels like you whispering in my ears

a sweet nothing.

I get a spring in my step and It feels

as if the stars are shining from the newly washed sky

for us to dance in tandem with the wind.

 I take you in my arms, and the world spins around us

I can hear a melody, I can hear the stars cheering us on.

and I kiss your sweet tender lips

and it is a dark autumn night.

My lonely Apartment.

 The sunshine plays hide and seek with my window's curtains,

 The autumn breeze sneaks in through the open doors.

 The rain drops line up against the glass panels to peek in.....

Sometimes I wait for them to turn up and interrupt my conversation with the ever present silence of the walls.

Sometimes the dripping tap of kitchen calls me,

Sometimes the fridge shudders to attract my attention.

The light blinks a couple of times to break the monotony of quiet.

Sometimes the doors move slightly ajar to declare their presence.

As the noises from the outside permeate the still air of my home.

My Mirror complains of loneliness as its tired of being mates with my reflection.

The pillows can't fight anymore, lying next to each other in stillness.

The sheets missing the embrace of two.

My solitude  recently told me that its feeling blue,

And, I wonder aloud, how many more winters I'd have to spend

before my window, my mirror, my doors, my pillow and this home

has you.

Aurora of Dreams

Leaving the dark skies behind,

I sail towards those Northern lights.

A chill crawls up my spine , its not

the fear of unknown but the excitement

for the uncertain. I'm standing on the decks of 

life, looking forward to those flickering hues with varied themes,

that light up the horizon in front of me.

I'm trying to touch the Aurora of my Dreams.

The hues light up my mind space,

creating a kaleidoscope of emotions.

I didn't know existed.I'm in love with

life and its vagaries that I've always resisted.

I don't want to look into the crystal ball.

I don't want to see how the future seems.

I'm trying to touch the Aurora of my Dreams.

Now life was never this magnificent,

perhaps I never wanted it to be.

I always saw it in the shades I wanted to see.

lived it the way I wanted to be.

I struggled to take control at the wheel,

only to crash into an abyss.

Now I stand with my arms open wide to embrace,

all its colors and all its themes.

I'm in the middle of the

Aurora of My Dreams.