Thank you, Erika for this beautiful post ! 🙂
उड़ा चला जाये रे
स्याही से रंगे
कागज़ के दो पंख लेके
उड़ा चला जाये रे . . .
Isn’t it such a bliss to just follow our hearts ? When was the last time you let yourself be unreasonable & follow your inner voice ?
Let me know what do you think about it in the comments below.
ऐ हवाऐ उसे मेरा पेगाम पहु़ंचा देना…
ऐ हवाऐ उसे मेरा पेगाम पहु़ंचा देना,
आज शाम उसे छूकर जब तुम गुज़रो,
उसके बाल ज़रा मेरी और से सहला देना…
उसके कंधे जो बोज़ से हो दबे,
उन्हें ज़रा मेरी और से हल्का कर देना…
“Always” was what her diary read.
Holding it so close to his heart, he hugged the words she had written with her favorite red pen. With his watery eyes he had one look at her pen. It was nibbled, as she always did with all her pens. He tried to remember how much he used to love her “chewed” pens back then. Even today he broke down holding her pen and her notebook. Sitting on the floor hugging her words he pecked her pen, the pen which once her beautiful lips had touched. He remembered her lovely face. Eyes that spoke, dimple on her left cheek, and the beautiful mole over her soft lips coupled with her long mesmerizing neck and fragrant hair would drive him crazy to become her Edward Cullen and bite her neck.