Baato Hi Baato Me (3)
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. (These are lines from some movie whose name I forgot!)
Mr. Nonsense
It’s love that adds life to life
Without love, life’s a whore
What is it that the whore wants?
Just the touch of love and more!
(Period)
Feel my love, baby
Shed all fear
Love doesn’t hurt, baby
There’s no tear
You’re the one baby
You’re the one I love
You’re the one my heart pines for
You’re the one that brings me hope
I wish to hold your hands in mine
Fill the space between your fingers
Fill your heart with my love
Erase every trace of fear that still lingers
Hold your face so soft and delicate
Trace my way through the tresses
Touch the tender lips and watch them curve
And wipe away your tear with a gentle caress
You’re the one who gives me butterflies
When I hear just your name
You’re the one without whom
Life to me is an unfair game
This heart’s yours baby
The embrace’s for you to fill in
This door’s been waiting for you
Shed all your fears and just walk in
Let me hold you close, baby
Let me feel ur breathe on my skin
Let me touch ur lips with mine, oh dear
Let me feel the simmering heat within
I just want to be yours baby
I just want you to be mine…
(Period)
Ms. Logical
You sound too krazy to be true
But your words give a new hope
I feel a new sense of numbness
As I watch my fears elope
Take me in your arms dear
Let the bodies twine
You profess your love in a way so sweet
Can the girl in me ever decline?
Baato Hi Baato Me (2)
“I’ve always believed in numbers. In the equations and logics… that lead to reason. But after a lifetime of such pursuits, I ask, what truly is logic? Who decides reason? My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional… and back. And I have made the most important discovery of my career; the most important discovery of my life. It is only in the mysterious equations of love… that any logical reasons can be found. I’m only here tonight because of you. You are the reason I am. You are all my reasons.” Russell Crowe as John Forbes Nash in ‘A Beautiful Mind’
Ms. Logical:
My obsession for logic
Is a pretext to hide my fear
It’s love’s treacherous ways
That I always get to hear
I’m just not ready to embrace love
Cos I hate to shed a tear
(Period)
I’m just not ready for love
It hurts you down and deep
It takes your breathe away
It robs you of your sleep
It binds you in shackles
Leaves behind marks in red
It gives you pain you ‘cherish’ lifelong
Dreadful memories that you cannot evade
Mr. Nonsense:
Your fear for love’s treachery
Surprises me the least
Like life without pulse
Love without pain
Can never ever exist
But the pain that love brings
Doesn’t always leave memories sore
It’s love that adds life to life
Without love, life’s a whore
(Period)
Baato Hi Baato Me (1)
Characters:
Mr. Nonsense: A krazy fellow who has absolutely no idea what he’s saying or doing. He spends most of the time whining about everything impossible. He’s weird and pathetic, to be precise.
Ms. Logical: A young lovely damsel who believes everything that happens is best described rather logically. Anything, that defies logic, simply can’t exist.
Mr. Nonsense:
Oh my lovely lady, thy smile has touched my heart
A heart that was proud to be virgin, now it’s falling apart
Ms. Logical:
Ah my crazy friend u seems so pathetic
A smile can’t touch and a heart can’t be proud
How can I believe u dear friend
When u defy my darling logic
Mr. Nonsense:
Oh my innocent love, love knows no logic
To feel the warmth of love
To fathom its wondrous deeds
U have to believe in magic
Ms. Logical:
Ur condition seems so tragic
Cos there’s nothing called magic
It’s just a fool’s word to describe things
That he fails to describe in logic
Mr. Nonsense:
Human brain shall always fail
To trace life’s capricious trail
Deeds of Nature like life and death
Your logic can never describe
You don’t have to be a fool
To believe in the magic of life
A teaspoonful of love
And a drop of romance
For you my love, I prescribe
(Period)
Ms. Logical:
You’re so dumb & krazy
But you sound so very true
I confess my ignorance
About the magic called life
Yeah, indeed I have no clue
My obsession for logic
Is a pretext to hide my fear
It’s love’s treacherous ways
That I always get to hear
I’m just not ready to embrace love
Cos I hate to shed a tear
(Period)
Say Me “NO”
Come n hold my hand
Walk with me for a while
Walk with me, ur hand in mine
At the fresh morning sunrise
On the dew soaked green grass
Then take a pause and look at me
Look into my craving eyes
And say you don’t love me
Remove the mask of confusion
Sit beside me for a while
Sit beside me, ur head on my shoulder
In the chill of the fading twilight
Over the freezing green grass
Then take a pause and listen to me
Listen to my aching heart
And say you don’t love me
Lay your head on my chest
And listen to the thumping beats
Look into my yearning eyes
And Listen to the words unspoken
Hold me close and feel the racing pulse
Just feel the warmth of an embrace
And feel the pulse that’s pining for you
And say you don’t love me
I Just Want You…
“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird too, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”
I don’t want a bouquet of roses
I don’t want a thousand gifts
I don’t want those words of praise
I just want your heart
I just want your love
You don’t have to send me a thousand cards
You don’t have to shout it loud
You don’t have to say “I do” to me
Just let me be thine
And be my valentine
I just want to sit beside you
I just want to take your hands in mine
I just want to look in your eyes
And let my eyes speak those words of love
Which my lips can’t otherwise
I just want to hold your face
And watch the red as you blush
I just wish to touch your lips
And watch it curve as you smile
I just want your heart, baby
I just want your love
Y can’t you be mine baby
Y can’t u let me be thine
Y can’t you let me hold you in my arms
Y can’t you just be my valentine
It didn’t hurt a bit…
Red on my robe
Red on my fingers
Red on my body
Red that still lingers
Blood was the reason
I thought it was just a stain
You slit my throat; it felt so right
And I could hardly feel the pain
It feels so right
To be ripped apart
By the one you love so much
From whom you can’t, otherwise, part
My life was leaving me
And so were you in a way
My love had stabbed me
Yet it all seemed so okay
I stretched my hands to reach you
You just didn’t bother to care
You just kept looking on till I die
And my blood spread everywhere
You were there till my eyes closed
You were there till my last breath
I lay there like the lifeless log
Yet, I was ‘celebrating’ my death
Yes, I was ‘celebrating’ my death
The kind only love could cause
Love that turns your life into a symphony
And ends it with an immortal pause
It’s just this pause that sometimes hurts
Cos it means I have to stop trying
It wasn’t a first; you’ve stabbed me before
And the pain seemed so familiar when I was dying
You’d stabbed me with your words and deeds
When I kept on trying
You made me feel the pain everyday
No wonder, it didn’t hurt when I was dying
I Love…
I love…
…to hold a bird
…the scent of wet soil
…to jump into a puddle
…to walk when it’s pouring
…setting my paper boat on sail
…watching a baby go to sleep
…to watch a feather as it falls
…to watch a lizard as it catches its prey
…the smell of paint, petrol and new books
…the feeling when a girl whispers into my ears
…thinking what could be my topic for my next post
…to watch a butterfly fly from one flower to another
…the sound of dry leaves getting crushed as I walk over them
…wondering what I would do when I discover my super powers
…thinking of stuffs that I’m gonna ask for when I get three wishes
…dreaming I could go back in time or maybe turn invisible when I wish
…to watch a girl’s lips when she speaks and her eyes when she is quite
…the tickling sensation when a drop of water trickles down on the back of my ears
…to watch a girl cuddle up in my arms and fall asleep with her head on my shoulder
(There’s a lot more to add but “I love being lazy too”)
I love(d) you Maa..
ONE:
Wow! This place seems fabulous, though a bit dark. I love u mama. U r the reason y I’m here. I can feel your warmth. I can smell you. I can feel you. I can hear your heart beat. I can hear when daddy whispers in your ears, ‘You’re so beautiful” Oh MAAMAA!! I just luv u. Soon enough I shall be out in open air. I’ll be able to see the world. Are these sounds all real, mama? Are there so many people around me? Waiting for me?? How I just luv hearing everyone speak about me! How eager they are about me!! Oh dear! Oh dear! Isn’t that the voice of my brother Anish? Oh! I just can’t stop waiting. I just want to meet him. I wish to be hugged. I wish to play with him, mama! Wow! I am so damn lucky!
TWO:
Hey Mama! Just wanted to ask you something. What was that light that penetrated through me? It did hurt a lot. Just my curiosity. Hope you didn’t mind, mama. You love me na? I know it must have been some therapy to make sure that I stay healthy. I am so sorry that even such a weird Question crossed my mind. I love you so much. I wish to be in your arms mama. But mama, why is it that it seems so dull all around mama. I can’t hear the cheers anymore. Have they all gone somewhere else to party? Anyway, It doesn’t mater to “us” mama (or does it?) This means we have enough space for us to talk to each other. Isn’t it mama?? Guess what? I dreamt of kissing you yesterday. Oh…I just love you sooooooooo much!
It’s just a matter of few months and then I shall lay happy in ur lap, mama!!
THREE:
Don’t you love me?? Why are you doing this to me mama? Why is everyone so unhappy? I brought no ill luck. But why does everyone want to get rid of me mama?? Is being a girl my only fault? But why punish ME for that?? I didn’t ask Him to make me a girl. What if grandma thought the same about you? I thought you love me. But if even you don’t like me, I would rather not enter this world mama. Your world is cruel. I hate papa, I hate grandpa. I hate everyone in your world. But I loved you. And I love you. I love you sooooooooo much.
But even you….
FOUR:
Save me mama. I love you mama. Please help me mama. Help me Maa… Pleaaass…..Maaaa…
Hot Coffee With Ice
It was barely 15 minutes that I had walked into Ravi’s party. She walked in with a bouquet of flowers. She was wearing a velvet black top with black jeans. The diamond pendant was the only piece of ornament that adorned her. Anything other than that would have gone unnoticed anyway. Her hazel eyes beamed with delight as if they had a story to tell. They seemed alive, willing to talk. The smile was petite and pure; it had the innocence of a baby. To be very precise, she was simply stunning. I was in a trance. Wow! What a girl!
(Beep…beep…) C’mon u morons. Were you just waiting for this very moment to sms me about your latest offers? Damn you!
Now that the trance had been broken, I finally gathered each ounce of guts that I had and went straight to her. Hi! Just saw you walking in. You look great. She was staring at me. Those eyes were killing me from inside. (C’mon you stupid one, Introduce!)
Ohh Sorry! I’m Varun and you?
I’m Julie.
Well, Me and Ravi, we used to go to the same school. (Dumb fella! Ask her if she’s free this weekend!)
So, how are you? (I didn’t have to wait for an answer. The eyes said it all. What a dumb question to ask!)
That’s it. I’m not gonna say a word more and make a fool of myself. (I said to myself) Btw, who added ice to my coffee!?
I somehow managed to hold back my senses for the rest of the evening.
The next day I rang up Ravi. I started off with random talks about the party and how glad I felt to finally meet my school buddies. As if he already knew the reason why I rang up, he started speaking about the girl and gave me her number. He said he had to go to his uncle’s place and hung up.
I rang her up. They say, “even cats can roar on the fone”. But I’m worse.
Hi! This is Varun. Remember?
Hey, is that really you? The one who adds ice to hot coffee? [giggling]
(Did I?) [silence]
What are you doing this Friday? (I cudn’t bliv its actually her who was asking 
)
Whaa… Me.. .ahmm…Nothing. (I seriously need some training.)
How about a movie? (Am I dreaming?)
Fine. I shall pick u up at 5.
Finally, it was Friday. I was in a black shirt and blue denims. Dressed in all red, she looked like a dream. The movie was a soft romantic one. I could hardly concentrate. I kept looking at her the whole of two hours through the corner of my eyes. “Dinner?”, I asked. (Hey finally I’m taking the initiative.) She wrested the initiative the next moment.” Bhuka drop karne ka iraada thha kya?” We went to the nearest Chinese restaurant for dinner. We talked about everything nonsense- the movie, the global warming, the recession…just about everything. Then she said, “It’s getting cold. Let’s go!”
As I drove her back, I wondered, “Y does it always have to end? I was having such a wonderful time but…” Lo! We’ve reached her place. “Bye!”, I said. She was staring at me like a child for a moment as if she wanted to say something. Then she turned. Then something within me took over. “C’mon apna ghar nahi dikhaogi?” She looked back with a smile. As if that’s what she was expecting. Her place was a neat and well managed one unlike the chaos at mine. She just offered, “How about some hot coffee with ice?” and then followed the giggle of the cute child in her. Then suddenly something happened to me. I just inched towards her a bit and got scintillatingly close to her. She didn’t budge. She just closed her eyes as my lips touched hers. Then she just pulled back her head a bit as if in retaliation. Few seconds of silence and then we were kissing again. This time it was a more passionate one – a long lingering kiss. A few hugs and we landed up in her bedroom. The escorts had been done away with. Her sculptured body was silhouetted against the backdrop of the tempest that was aided by the simmering lust which engulfed the entire place. The heart didn’t miss a beat. The breathing never stopped. Lips met lips, eyes met eyes. Our breathing took pace and created music of their own in harmony with the raised heartbeats. She let herself drown in my embrace… two bodies finally melted into one.
Let Me
When you’re looking for some calm
I wish to be the one in your arms
Let me be the tattoo on your skin
Let me be the tub you bath in
Let me be the shower when you sweat
Let me be the towel when you’re all wet
Hold me close like your tulips
Let me be the red on your tender lips
Let me be the secrets that you keep
Let me be the bed where you sleep
Let me be the shoulder when your heart cries
Let me be the kohl in those angel eyes
When all that you’re looking for is just another dream
Let me be the one who really makes you scream
