I came
out of the Leela, the show was bad,
The
picture was the same monotonous crap,
Walking
a distance , to my mind it came,
It’s
mother’s birthday and I have nothing to wrap,
Inexperienced
in buying a gift for a woman,
My only
options were bangles and bracelets,
The
easiest and best to arrange they was,
For
necklaces are pricey, wasted will be anklets,
To the
same old shop I marched on,
Where I
have been since I was a child,
Variety
of choice, variety in price,
The
flashy colors, all patterns wild,
I chose
one set of silver and black,
And
another one in gold and green,
And in
that moment, I heard a voice,
Drenched
in love, soft and clean,
I realized
she was right behind me,
When I
felt a sudden touch of her arms,
The
crowd had pushed and shamed her,
The
crowd blessed me with her touch warm,
I
turned around and she looked at me,
I saw
beauty which couldn’t be believed,
The sad
innocence of her eyes,
Made it
the best moment I ever lived,
She
looked down but returned back,
And a
thousand words we heard and said,
That
quiet moment of hundred years,
I
looked at her like I have never had,
And
then she moved away from me,
With
the women who gave her company,
Mother’s
bangles kept now in my bag,
In my
heart sown now love’s agony,
I don’t
say this is a love story,
But I
never felt that moment again,
I don’t
know whether she looked at all like that,
Din’t
knew whether I was glad in vain,
Whatever
it be, but in Hazratganj,
I met
love, and this is the truth,
So what
if it lasts not a century?
In that
moment I had an eternal fruit!
Blessed be those lanes, famed be!
Each
bend and twist of Shiraz-E-Hind,
The one
which brought to me
The
fragnance of her hair,
Blessed
be that kind gracious wind,
Once
may call me a liar or over excited,
What I
felt was indeed not common,
Love
pays not a visit to everybody,
For
such small a span and so sudden,
One may
call me madly infatuated,
As the
reality is hidden in my soul,
Only I
know how I love, that voice, the face,
That
simple sad look, my heart which stole,
Her
arms with care will touch me all life,
Her
blank stare will watch me all life,
Her
face will be fresh, though memory be stale,
Her
query about love will torch me all life!
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