Do You have an answer for my questions

It was one of the nicest sms that I have received from her. She wanted me to write a sweet sms! I don’t know what is a sweet sms but I scribbled some lines of a poem for her
Prema re maataal mun
Khojuchhi khojuchhi ethi
Swapnara subarna saapa
Chumaban nadele nahin
Dansanare deba kicchi prema aau paapa

I don’t know why but I always wish to spend time with her, but with the current situation in life and work load, it seems difficult for me but I am trying to do my best to save this relationship for ever. I wished her to attend a workshop so that on the last day of the workshop, I could meet her but now she writes me to know that she is not coming and see is going elsewhere !
I got a mail from Jayati, my friend where she has written about a little sparrow which landed up in her house in one evening deeply bruised and physically hurt. She tried her level best to save the bird but couldn’t. She is carrying a little guilt on this and wrote me about this incident. My reply was stale, I know. There are many things happening this year in life for which I don’t have any answer. Monsoon coming back to life and then life looking romantic is one of the events to which I have no answer. Why this happened after so many years? Why did she came back to my life and then on that eventful afternoon what happened in the hotel room when we opened up our hearts.... there are no explanations. Years of solitude vanished in a moment; years of love and unattended attention evaporated in a moment of joy. She was also part of this madness and then she vanished and now I only thin about her and imagine things along her. She looks like a free flowing river for me and I am the lone boatman singing the song of joy and enjoying the beauty of this journey. When this journey will come to a halt? When will I find solace in meeting her and spending time with her? When it will be? Out of the balance life left for us in this world, how many days or hours we will be spending with each other? How many? Hope she has an answer to these questions! I don’t have an answer for the same.

Your SMS.......

I read your message. You must have read this blog ! Actually this blog is meant for you. Your sms says that you didnt understand anything from write ups on my blog. I know you will say like this, but let me write my feelings for you, your images, my feelings towards you, how my emotions flow across and how much do I respect you as a person.
You have been a great perosn in my life. For all these years, despite you being in some other orbit and some other world, you have remained very close to my heart. We met and when we met for the first time, both of us were busy with our lives and our relationships with someone else and then we were no where for each other for long long years.
One day, surprisingly I entered into your workplace and opened your office door without knowing you being there. there you were, like a pleasant surprise and then we met over lunch, over cup of coffeee, over bread pakoda (ha ha ha) and at workplace, at resturanat, at your home and I met with your son, with your family members and then one day we decided to be together.. together to share our thoughts, emotions and bend our ways to be together.

You are like Radha in the epic of Mahabharat... You are my eternal love, you are the spirit of life, you are the lighthouse in a dark night, you are everything to me now, everything.

Today is December 25th

Today is december 25th and I am sad that your never gave me that good news. You must be happy because you were tensed for all these days and spoke to me what was going on your mind. I had a mild happiness thinking that something will happen on December 25th. But you didnt tell me anything today when we whispered about cold wind and spoke to each other for sometime.
Did anything happen/ I dont know, should anything happen? Yes, I will die to hear this news someday that what I earnestly wanted you to tell me in your sweet voice has happenned.

will you come in my dream that December 25th is a great day in life and we can live forever for this great day, will you ever come in life in reality and hold my hand and tell me that all your worries are mine and all your happiness is embodied in my soul. I will be elevated to heaven on that day when you will come aline from my imagination and hold my hand and walk on the sands of time and write my name on the sand so that the sea waves can never wipe it out from the surface of the earth, will you ever be real in my life, will you bring up that lazy afternoon again live in my life, will you ever.....

That Lazy Afternoon and December 25th

I know one day you will read this posting and I am not sure what will be your reaction, but let me pen down about that lazy afternoon. I was as usual coming out of my business meeting and you had to wait for me. You were in the lobby and I could see your long hair caressing your face from the otherside of the glass wall. Then we met. As we entered into the lift, it looked like a dream for me. No one was there in the lift and yet we were not talking to each other. These are golden moments of life, spread for ever like a carpet of stars in the endless sky.
We were seeing each other after a long time and we spoke, what we spoke! It was me who had to break the silence and as usual we talked about everything except ourselves. But what matters what we ended up doing, we were like mad cows, as if we travelled some thousand miles and finally met, must be true as in last sixteen years we must have travelled thousand miles and were destined to meet this time

How far and how much love we have for each other/ i dont know about you, but am sure about myself. You are the imegary for which one can live thousand lives and can manage hundred storms. You are the meaning of life.... you are the last destination of a bus that brings memories of last centuries to me... you are there for making me exist in life.

Sixteen Long Years

Does not it seem like a very long time. Sixteeen long years for mansoon to come back to my life. All these years, I was a dead animal. I lived for everything, money, status, family, sex, jobs and never lived for myself. Mansoon always looked very dificult to me, always. In fact I always stayed away from mansoon when I came to know about mansoon. it was a time when she was at her pick. I am using mansoon for a female sense only, for writing about mansoon. When I met her sometime in 1992-1993, it was a gllomy day in the morning and mansoon was around the corner. She was in full swing. Now also many times she keeps her long hairs open, she was doing at that time also. what has changed over the years, is the dressing pattern, now it comes in a saree and in multiple colors. She is also very fond of jewelaries and particulalry bangles. This time she was talking about her bangles which mother had gifted to her. Meeting her has always been good for me.


But this time..... it was something different and it made me to complete the journey of sixteen years, again madly in love with mansoon, it was a gloomy day and raining heavily in the afternoon.

Hope I am with her for whole of my life, hope she is there around the corner for me always, hope the meaning of life will undergo change now onwards. Hope 25th of this month will bring a new meaning to me and mansoon's life

Sabu kathare tume, sabu cheherare tume

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