Is this Love...

Quite a few of my friends in their comments, scraps, mails asked me to write the poem which made her smile. Well, sorry folks do excuse me on this one as it has become too special for me now. However I wish to share with you another poem, its more of a Shayari Compilation in hindi than a poem. This one I wrote a few years back on a Shayari Forum in tandem with a friend of mine, screen name Tabassum. This complication covers almost every feeling right from Love to Happiness to Sadness to Loneliness and more. The one in Blue is the one by her which I liked. So here goes Chaand Tum Aur Main...

Kaun hain jo har dam saath rahenge
Har pal har gadi ek duje se pyaar karenge
Es Jalim Duniya se mil kar ladenge
Raat ke Andheron ko door yun karenge
Chaand Tum Aur Main….

Seekh liya hai humne, najar andaaz karna
Bin matlab ki baaton ko, duniya ke khayalaton ko
Ab toh bas apni hi baton par dyan diya karte hain
Chaand Tum Aur Main

Apni is duniya ko Raat mein Bassa Rakha hi
Duniya chahe Din bar jeeti rahe
Apni Zindagi toh raat mein jiya karte hain
Chaad Tum Aur Main

EK baat jo Hume Duniya se juda karti hai
Zubaan Khamosh hai par Aankhein baat karti hai
Prem ke maare aur duniya se nirale
Chaand Tum Aur Main…

Barsaat ke paani ka rang, Raat main alag sa ho jaata hai
Reh ke saath humaare, Asmaa bhi aansoo bhata hai
Roh Padti hai saari khudai jab kabhi saath roye hai
Chaand Tum Aur Main...

Kya Sama tha jab saath rehte the
Har Raat der tak baat karte the
Kaisa hota hai PREM jaamane ko sikhate the
Aaj Chahe ho juda, par ek duje ko Yaad kiya karte hain
Chaand Tum Aur Main…

Aksaar Log Bhishadkar Hassi ko yaad karte hain
Saath Bitaye jo acche pal unke wapas aane ki faryaad karte hain
Rakte hain magar Dil me sambhalkar rone ki bhi yaadein
Chaand Tum Aur Main….

Chahe saath mil kar rona hi paade
Zindaji ke Zeher ko yun peena hi paade
Phir bhi har pal milne ki umeed kiya karte hain
Chaand Tum Aur Main…

Raat hai hamko dekha karti ,Tare Baate Karte Rahte
Saare jugnu chamak chamak kar, hume ishara karte rahte
Raat ki raani mahak mahak kar, Humko paas bulati rahti
Par hain apni hi dhun me khoe
Chaand Tum Aur Main….

Jugnu, Taare, Raat ki Raani, Humko paas bulate hain
Kush hain hum yeh baat, Sab ko woh batate hain
Dekh kar humko Jhume Dharti ,Geet PREM ke sabh gaate hain
Nach Nach kar pedh aur paudhe, Preet apni Jatate hain
Khil Uthhi hai saari khudai, Khushi se jo itraate hain
Chaand Tum Aur Main….

Saath Bitaee hain jo raatein
ki haain jo dher se baatein
Unko kabhi na bhulaenge
Dillon mein hai jo preet ka rishta
Raaton se hai PREM ka rishta
Umar Bhar Nibhaenge
Chaand Tum Aur Main…

It's a big compilation, may be will post more of it in coming days.

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Hello Friends

I know you are keen to read the story ahead, so am I to write further, but an email recieved a few minutes back has put me in shock. One of my co-blogger and friend Chhaya has expired few days back. Her husband informed me about it today. So I am writing this post as her rememberance.

Chhaya - a loner who is never lonely as the tittle on her blog goes was a beautiful soul. We met a few years back on an Blogging website and were actually competiting with each other. However with passing days and end of the competition we started interacting more, on a friedly note. All these years I kept reading her work on her blogs. I almost stopped writing after few days of that competition, but it was her inspirational writings and her ways of expressing which made me restart my writings and blogging. She was amongst the few bloggers I admired.

Once someone asked whether Chhaya will be able to survive the wilderness. To which I had replied that the question actually should be whether Wilderness would survive around her. She had a large fan base on her blog and a lots of friends and followers. Oh am I going to miss her writings....

Another sad thing is that she was expecting her first baby this Oct. Why does God do what He does…

Her Blog is Titled Shadowy Dreams. You can find the Link on the Right in I Like to Read…

Do join me in my prayers for the departed soul and for giving strength to her family to bear this loss.

The Most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling. But, even more beautiful is knowing that you are the reason behind that Beautiful Smile….

As we returned to City from Lavasa, I told amit about her. Amit was not much excited.

“Good, so all that whether I can fall in Love and another life talks on Z-bridge yesterday do have some reason then." He said plainly.
“Well, I don’t know. Still….”

My heartbeats were up, or at least I thought they were up as I hit the Green button on my HTC Touch.

“Hello Divyanshi, It’s me…  … So are you coming ?”
“I think I can come down for Five Minutes”
“Great! See you then.”

I was so excited to hear that she is coming to meet me that I missed the last part completely. Within a few moments after disconnecting the call, it dawned upon me. What ! just five minutes, I exclaimed. Ok at least I will meet her.  Now let’s make these five minutes worth remembering for a lifetime…. But how? I just had an hour and in that time I had to do the packing, have food and reach Swargate.  That left almost no time to prepare for something special.

I finished the packing quickly and left Amit’s Room. We went to Deccan for dinner. It was Sunday, It was Friendship day and most of all I was in a hurry so most of the Hotels had waitings. Amit and I agreed to settle for Pav Bhaji to save time. So after a hurried Pav Bhaji near Saras Baug, we headed for Swargate, where I was to meet her in less than 10 minutes.

“I am not coming with you”
“What ? Why ?”
“It’s your movement, Go enjoy it alone. And don’t worry; I will be on the other side of the Road, ready to hop in just in case she brings someone else with her.”
“Ok. But I want you do one thing, give me a call in exactly five minutes after she arrives.”
“Huh! I don’t get it.”
“Just do it.”

There I was waiting near Natraj Hotel, few meters away from the swargate signal, with a Bunch of lovely delicate Yellow Roses (bought in black owing to the high friendshipday demand) and a Piece of paper. A paper, the contents there of will make these five minutes worth remembering for life… whether she likes it or not. The soft drizzle of rain added to the serenity of both; the atmosphere and my feelings.

She came on Activa. Parked in on side and stood facing me. We wished each other and I handed over the Bunch of Roses to her. She said that her parents don’t know she is here, that is why she can’t stay long.

“I would have loved it if we could have had more time. But no issues, I have got something to make these five minutes special. Here, this is for you.” I handed over the paper to her. And this time my Heart beats were high for sure.

She read it silently. I kept looking at her face and admiring the artistic work of God.

“You wrote this ?”
“Yes.” I smiled. I had written that poem a few minutes back while we waited for Pav Bhaji.
“You wrote this for me ?” she asked on a brink of a smile.
“Of course dear, just for you.” 

She smiled. This is where words fail me, I will never be able to express what I felt then, looking at her smile, neither can any adjective do justice to beauty of her smile at that moment.

Slience. I don’t recall for how long. But I wanted that moment to last forever. Her eyes were shining; it was raining softly, every passing vehicle created a unique light effect. I didn’t hear any sounds not of the traffic or of the rain. Then I heard my Mobile Ring…
Pari Pari Hai Ek Pari, Asamaan Se Aa Giri, Saamne Mere Khadi, Mujhe Usse Pyaar Ho Gaya…

It was Amit’s call. I had planned this ringtone and the timing of call to perfection. Sometimes, Plans do workout.

We bid Good Byes in a couple of minutes, she left smiling.

I wonder whether her smile will stay the same after knowing all the truth about my Past. However I am sure of one thing though; Yes its true –

The Most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling. But, even more beautiful is knowing that you are the reason behind that Beautiful Smile.

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