Khamosh Mehfil

Yeh meri khamosh mehfil hai...

Yahan aap ho main hun aur....

Yahan wo khatti meethi yaadein hain..

Wo anginat beeti baatein hain...

Wo sardiyon ki garam raatein hain...

Wo kabhi puri toh kabhi adhuri mulakatein hain....

Wo sham hai jahan barish se sab gila tha..

Wo din hai jahan amber kabhi kala toh kabhi nila tha...

Wo dhoop bhi hai jiski chaon aapki panahon mein mili...

Wo subah bhi hai jo angdai leti huyi aapki bahon mein mili...

Yahan wo hansi bhi hai..jis se mera har pal sunhera hua...

Kuch aansoo bhi hain..jis se pyar hamara gehra hua...

Yahan wo takrar bhi hai.. jisme kuch shikwe kuch gile the...

Yahan wo pyaar bhi hai..jisme mere honth aapke hontho se sile the...

Wo hazaron geet hain jo humne sath mein sune the...

Wo rangeen khwab hain jo ek dooje ke liye humne bune the...

Wo labhon ka thartharana hai..

wo badan ka kapkapana hai..

Wo hath pakad ke barish mein ghumna..

Wo bin baat hontho ka hontho ko chumna..

Wo barasti boondon mein bewajah bheegna...

Wo yaadein sambhalne ke liye..tasveerien kheenchna..

Wo ek hi plate se khana khana...

Wo aapki pyari si gadi mein kahin door tak jana..

Yahan wo har lamha hai jab aapne mujhe chua..

Wo ek safar bhi hai jo train se shuru hua...

Yahan wo platform ka lamba intezar bhi hai...

Wo lakhon pal.. jinse dil aaj bekarar bhi hai...

Roz sajti hai meri yeh khamosh mehfil..

Jahan aap ho...main hun..aur..

Wo yaadein..wo mulakatein..wo beeti baatein...!!

Aap Kaho Ya Na Kaho..

Aap kaho ya na kaho..par Mujhe kuch shak sa hota hai...

Mera hi khayal kabhi..aapke labhon ki muskurahat ko modta hai..

Mera hi naam kahin daba sa hai aapke honthon par..

Wo main hi toh hun jiske chehre se kabhi dhundhla jati hai aapki nazar...

Aapki sanson se bhi kabhi meri hi khushboo aati hai..

Aapki dhadkan bhi kabhi mere geet sunati hai..

Aapki khamoshi mein kahin meri hansi khanakti hai...

Uss khamosh mehfil mein fir meri hi baatein sajti hain..

Mere bina waqt tham sa jata hai..aur mere sath tez jharne sa behta hai

Aapko bhi kabhi mera intezar rehta hai..

Meri yaadon se dil bekarar rehta hai...

Aapke hi dil mein rehti hun main..yeh aap hi kal dil aapse kehta hai..

Aap kaho ya na kaho..par Mujhe kuch shak sa hota hai...!!

Dua

Hum yeh nahi kehte ki koi aapke liye dua na mange...
Hum yeh nai kehte ki koi aapke liye dua na mange...
Hum bas itna kehte hain ki koi dua mein aapko na mange...!!

Cooking

Cooking can be a great fun when you really feel like doing it...and the best part about cooking becomes feeding it to someone you love...the kind of satisfaction a woman reaches upon feeding loved ones can only be understood by a woman i guess. Specially when you feed your kids or your husband/boyfriend, its an amazing high, one can forget her own hunger and just watching them with contentment fills our tummy. The expressions on their faces mean more than the food itself.
I love cooking for my son and then for my special someone. The special one lives far away to be fed daily..but I long to do it soon, when i can actually be with him and make food for him, so that he doesn't have to eat cold tasteless food when he returns from work which is cooked by a maid.
I wish god grants me this wish soon...!!

An excerpt from my life...

I was sitting on my knees with my back to him. Suddenly, I saw him dropping ahead from my side. For a moment, I dint understand what had happened. Then he straightened himself

“Kya hua” I asked

“Wo kuch nahi, I was trying to hold you but because of the train jerk, I lost my balance and fell ahead”

I burst out laughing. Amidst such passionate and romantic moment, we had a practical joke and I could not control my laughter. He started laughing too. For next half an hour or so, we just looked at each other and laughed. We laughed more. It was around 2:30 at night, and our voices must be making people wonder what we were up to.

Raat ke dhai baje koi shehnai baje,
Dil ka bazaar laga, dhilak ta pai baje
Chauki chauke chauke se, khoye khoye se hum,
Aankhein doobi doobi se, soye soye se hum,
Dil ne kaisi durgat ki hai, pehli baat mohabbat ki hai,
Aji aakhiri baar mohabbat ki hai,
Arey pehli baar mohabbat ki hai, aakhiri baar mohabbat ki hai,
Jaan hatheli upar le li, jaanu kaisi harqat ki hai,
Aji pehli baat mohabbat ki hai, aakhiri baar mohabbat ki hai…

The lyrics of this song came in my mind and I laughed even more. He lay down in my laps and I moved my fingers lovingly in his hair. He seemed so relax. His face so innocent, his eyes closed with a perfect smile , contentment in his heart. It all showed. I was so much in love with this man, I realized again. It was heaven to be so close to him, to see him this way.

It was one of the most romantic moment of my life. so much passion, so much laughter and so much peace.

I wanted him to take some proper rest. He denied at first, but I compelled him to lie down properly and sleep for some time. We lay on the same seat but in opposite directions. He had my feet close to his face and I had his close to mine. He cuddled up my feet and kissed them innumerable times during the night. I did the same. I seldom moved so that I don’t end up disturbing him, but somehow even while sleeping, we were very much aware of each other and not just aware, we also were thoughtful for other’s comfort. I woke up at the lightest of his movement and so did he, yet I experienced one of the deepest sleeps. It was because of the inner peace that we had with each other. He wanted me to sleep well, and was bothered enough to check every now and then if I would like to change positions. I felt and did the same for him. Kissing on feet could be equally fulfilling as to kiss on lips. Hugging from legs could be as satisfying as hugging otherwise. I could never imagine. I had always found train berths being uncomfortable and small even for one person to sleep, and here we were two grown up adults and still there was a lot of spare space. We were mingled in each other. We got up almost at the same time, as if we had not slept at all. As he got up, he turned himself and rested his head on my chest and kissed me affectionately. I wrapped my arms around him and we remained like that till we almost reached the station.