her rain!

She spent the better part of the night listening to the rain tapping on the window right above her head. She listened as it hit different places of her home - how it sounded on the roof, on the porch, on the ground, at the window. Soon the pipes from the roof were full and started draining. It sounded like a water fall nearby.

Rain is not a single sound but an orchestra full of melodies. It demands attention. You are suddenly not where you were before, floating slowly with the tunes. It makes one want to believe for a moment that we are all dreamers, waiting to completely get away from reality.

She opened the window a bit at some point in the night and let the breeze and some drops fall on her pillow, and her face. She could smell the fall - the wet soil, the wet trees, and the cold air.

She played some blues at 3 in the morning. It was her favorite song. She smiled. The rain stopped. The breeze picked up. The clouds roared. Then the rain began again. She heard the train howling in the distance.

She fell asleep as the morning light started to hit the rain drops. She woke up to a wet, cold pillow and the curtains flying everywhere.

Something wonderful happens to the whole place when it rains...
She woke up smiling.

Idea of love!

We have preconceived notions of a person we think we'll love.

If someone would have painted a picture of him to her before she met him, it probably wouldn't have been too appealing to her. Not because he was lacking something, it's just that he didn't fit her profile at the time. He didn't fit her idea of a person she would ever love.

For so many years, she lived with the idea of a man - not really a man. She liked how it made her feel. It made her feel content and comforted - that idea of his. It was when she was at her best and he was his. He never really lived with him, she lived with all the thoughts she created in her head about him. All the time she had been seeing him, it was really the idea of his that she wanted to see. She didn't really love him, she loved what she imagined he was, what he was supposed to be. and suddenly she thought, did she love him?!
She loved him so much. Now, it isn't him she is letting go, it is that idea of him in her head, and that's what pains her.
The idea of him that she nurtured, and loved, and cherished is what she has to let go.

It's so terrifying but we all have to recognize at some point that we don't truly love anyone until we let go of the idea of what we are supposed to love - to let go of the person that exist only in our heads. Loving real human beings is hard, but that's the only love that lasts..

ती.. एक राजकन्या...

एक सुंदर रात्र... चंद्राळलेली..
तेव्हा दिसली ती..

ती.. एक राजकन्या...
हसतमुख.. चेहेऱ्यावर तेज..
पाहताक्षणीच आवडली..
डोळ्यातून अलगद काळजात उतरली..
पापण्यांच्या दारातून.. हलकेच..
देवाकडे एकच मागणं..
ती मला मिळू दे..
आणि तिचीही हीच इच्छा असू दे..

ती.. एक राजकन्या...
वातावरण भारून जातं तिच्या येण्यानी..
मातीचा सुगंध दरवळतो..
आभाळ निळाशार होतं..
आसमंत जादुई गुलाबी होतं...
खात्री आहे मला..
मी अशी व्यक्ती कधी बघितली नव्हती..

पुन्हा तीच इच्छा..
ती मला मिळू दे..
आणि तिचीही हीच इच्छा असू दे..

स्वप्नांचं एक घर बांधू..
आणि त्याच्या भिंती आपल्या प्रेमानीच रंगवू..
दिवस असतील प्रेमाचे..
रात्री असतील दवबिंदूसारख्या सुंदर..

असं खुलेल प्रेम जसा की एक चंद्र..
ताऱ्यांच्या मांदियाळीतला..

एकच मागणं..
मला ती मिळू दे..
आणि तिचीही हीच इच्छा असू दे..



love you dear.. a lot..


-omi

मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है..

मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है
तुम्ही को देखते रहना
तुम्ही को चाहते रहना
तुम्ही को सोचते रहना
तुम्ही को सुनते रहना
मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है

बहोत गहरे ख्यालों में
जवाबों में सवालों में
मोहब्बत के कई हवालों में
तुम्हारा नाम आ जाना
मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है

तुम्हारे संग संग चलना
वफ़ा की आग में जलना
तुम्हें नाराज़ कर देना
कभी खुद रूठ भी जाना
मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है

कभी इकरार कर लेना
कभी इन्कार कर देना
कभी आँखों से कुछ कहना
कभी कह कर मुकर जाना
मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है

तुम्हारी बेरुखी पर भी
तुम्हारी आरज़ू करना
खुद अपने दिल की धड़कन से
तुम्हारी गुफ्तगू करना

मुझे अच्छा सा लगता है
बहोत अच्छा सा लगता है

Life is like a Dream...!

The earth is soft and cool beneath..
I can feel the blades of grass..
Gently pressed under me..
Green, young and slightly moist..
Still.. Yet breathing..

And I see shifting shadows through closed lids..
Playing - capering - laughing..
As I nestle my head deeper in her lap..
Treasuring and preserving..
The warmth under my head..

I follow the act and listen to the shadows..
I can hear the merry and begin to smile..
A shy, scented drop awakens my skin..
And I open my eyes to hold her face..
Words elude and sounds fade off..
As I marvel a new meaning to beauty..

I drink with thirsty eyes..
The oval that is my world..
Circled lovingly in dark flowing hair..
Velvet like silk and soft as silence...
Coy and demure..

I drink with thirsty eyes..
The delicate curve of her neck..
Just within reach and yet not..
The contours, sensuous.. and tempting..
I nestle my head and smile back..

I see myself reflected..
In liquid pools of light..
See myself anew..
Alive and well..
Through her eyes..

I trace the exquisite lips..
Longing their flavor..
Craving through parch..
I want to lift myself..
But the warmth lets not..

Oh it is such a strife..
Painful yet nurturing..
An impish pleasure..
A sight divine..

I drink with thirsty eyes..
And I beg life..
If this is a dream..
Don't wake me up just yet!!

I Dream....

I dream, I hope, I wish, I aspire, I want, I crave.
I dream about flowers... beautiful delicate flowers that could brighten up just about anyone’s day.
I dream about dim lights, old songs, and slow dancing. A time in which you could think about nothing but the one you are dancing with.
I dream about rose-colored glasses and bright smiles that linger on.
I dream about holding hands, tender touches and long walks down a quiet lane.
I dream about concerned eyes, intelligence and strength that keep you from losing your way.
I dream about fingers caressing my hair and the strength of that lovely girl whom i hug.
I dream about my city. I dream about the diverse faces accentuated with certain urgency.
I dream about Starbucks and long walks in downtown of D.C.
I dream about home.
I dream about God - about complete submission and satisfaction.
I dream about sharing… about sharing it all with you and not getting afraid of being judged.
I dream about poetic verses recounted late at night—intoxicating me with pain and pleasure.
I dream about one more kiss, one more cuddle, one more touch that arises out of nothing but CARE.

I dream. Do you?



P.S. : this is one of the best clicks!
Photography : Sumedh Sidhaye.
Model : Omkar Kukade ( :P )

Please don't think I was day-dreaming! I generally don't!! :)



-omi