I too had a Love Story

This is one of the few times I know the source of inspiration for my poem... and surprisingly its not just one but two sources...

One is from the book 'I too had a love story...' You can find it here - Ravinder Singh's - I too had a Love Story

The second source is from Srini's blog post --- Story of a tear drop

Dont ask how this poem originated from the two or what made me do it... that is for you to find out :-)

Read and enjoy...

Did you ever love someone

Truly from your heart's core

And still love didn't get the wings

In pain your heart did roar

I too had a love story once

Of bright day and starry night

Colored in lovely hues of passion

Life seemed like a pleasant sight

Where tear-drops if they came

Were treasured as gems precious

Smiles were always welcome

Indeed they were the most luscious

And yet we drifted apart

A reason no one can say

After a long time our paths met

Brought feelings words don't convey

I looked at her and smiled

She too smiled back at me

And even if smiles played on the lips

A sadness you could still see

Maybe this is not what it is

It's just not meant to be 

A separate me and a different you

It just didn't add up to We.

When I first wrote this poem... I had no idea of the sources... but with multiple requests always for the sources... I tried to come up with some :-)

Of taking a bull by its tail....

I wanted to write something different and crazy... maybe even illogical... or as my friends use the term... illogical logic :-)

Someday I am going to try and take it to an end :-)

Well here goes...

This story involves a powerful, mythological, legendary bull who goes by the name... well some name... this is the preliminary draft start... will come up with something shortly... on with the story...

 Once upon a time in Mumbai... ohh wait Mumbai didnt exist then... ahhh you got to love mythology...

 Once upon a time in a far away land... where chickens crossed the roads without having their motives questioned -  only to be run over by other speeding animals - there lived a bull. He was no ordinary bull... on the contrary... to borrow from Po, the Kung-fu Panda - He was so deadly, in fact, that his enemies would go blind from over-exposure to pure awesomeness!!! 

 So now that we have established him as the greatest thing since sliced bread - or before Rajnikant if you prefer it that way - lets get on with the story.

 The legendary bull was taking his legendary walk through the park...strutting his stuff at all the cows... well, he is a bull so he is horny... presume an Arnold schwarzenegger physique with the drop dead gorgeous looks of the Twilight vampire... cha ching

wait for some time as I run for cover to protect myself against this charging bull... wild bull in wild imagination... help... 

<creepy silence sequence... now slowly starting of the noise of keyboard keys being hit to form a story>

The bull is very proud of his tail... He swishes it around like a magic wand... Also he uses it as an effective weapon against the deadly armies of flies and mosquitoes... He also takes pride in his precision to really dish it out to those fly by the night armies. This ability of his makes him really popular with the crowd all around.

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For now, this is the end of the story... will write the follow soon...

भिजलेले क्षण ...

भिजलेले क्षण ... this poem was written quite sometime back.. around a year ago I guess... rediscovered it today... so sharing here...

This poem is about those wonderful memories and times which have been hiding somewhere in our heads and are etched somewhere in our hearts :-) 

Enjoy

रात्र  घेऊन  आली  इथे,
आठवण  सोबत  तुझी,

मनात  उजड़  येतो  हळूच,
उघडते  स्वप्नांची  नगरी... 

बेभान  होऊनी  वारा,

पळतो  आपल्याच  मस्तीत, 
फुले  पाने  ही  डोलतात, 

स्वतःच्या  वेगळ्या  धुंदीत...

लक्ख  प्रकाश  जरी  असला,

निळ्या  भोर  आकाश  वरती,

पाऊस  येणार  लवकरच,

हूर  हूर  देत  आहे  कुणीतरी....

एकदम  पाऊस  आला  जोरात,
सर्व  भिजू  लागले,

नकळत  माझच  मला,
सग्लं  भरून  ही  आले...

ओलेचिंब  भिजलेले  क्षण,

डोळ्या  समोर  परत  येतात,
फारच  सुंदर  असूनही  ते,
अश्रू  बनून  वाहतात...

and yes... here is the transliteration :-)

Ratra gheun aali ithe,
athvan sobat tujhi,
mannat ujed yeto haluch,
ughadte swapnanchi nagari...

bebhan houni wara,
palto aplyach mastit,
phule panay hi doltat
swatacha veglya dhundhit...

lakha praskash jari asla,
nilay bhor aakasha varti,
paus yenar lavkarch,
Hur hur dete ahe kunitari...

ekdum paus ala zorat,
sarva bhiju lagle,
nakalat mazha malach,
sagle bharun hi ale...

olechimb bhizlele shan,
dolya samor parat yetat,
farch sundar asunhi te,
ashru banun wahatat...


And yes to all my friends and well wishers... thanks for the support and understanding. And also for not repeating the questions :-)