"....ke tujhe zameen pe,
bhulaya gaya hai,
mere liye"
the perfect song, the kind we haven't heard for a long time.
"tum haar ke dil apna, meri jeet amar kar do".
the thin blanket,
the little notes of things to tell you,
the wind;
i even got chocolate.
all here, in perfect order,
even the rain pacing itself.
all of us waited for you a long time tonight.
"woh nahin sunta usko, jal jaana hota hai,
har khushi se, har gham se, begaana hota hai"
we didn't tire of waiting, we have seen
too many
sleepless nights
together.
why? you may ask. or more importantly,
how?
i will explain, allow me.
the weed stays alert, the alcohol shakes itself,
the mixers stay calm,
the song sings itself over and over again,
so that it doesn't forget its words.
the little notes flit around, telling
each other,
their little important messages, like,
for example,
"that Chester something fellow died yesterday...
was he someone you liked?" Or,
"look up his songs. oh yes, that
in-the-end-it-doesn't-even-matter guy"
the chocolate doesn't melt, stays just soft enough,
the wind keeps circling around, no trouble at all.
all of them look to the skies.
the rain,
leads them all.
in between two long, slow spells,
pauses to take a breath,
and looks at me.
and i look back at it,
as if it were you.
and so it rains on,
until I may blink,
my eyes closed
only by your kiss.
"yeh jhoot bolte hain, mere khayal..."