O Beloved, you asked me how much I love you once
That day I said tons
But today I have a number which you'll have to count
The drops of rain that fall on monsoon's account
~ Moonpie ~
Sometimes, I think of Sun and Moon as Lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another. But once in a while they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.
O Beloved, you asked me how much I love you once
That day I said tons
But today I have a number which you'll have to count
The drops of rain that fall on monsoon's account
~ Moonpie ~
O Beloved, this unrelenting rain
Makes me miss you over & over again
It is merciless & has no shame
Igniting flames of love it cannot tame
So tell your God, to stop this mockery of my pain
Otherwise if I cry, his heavens would find nowhere to drain
~ Moonpie ~
It has been too long
Since we last met
But it's your arms where I belong
And not being there makes me upset
I don't know exactly how you feel
But I think you must be a bit sad
For our hearts are joined by the thread of the same reel.
Thinking this gives me Hope that things aren't really bad.
I look forward to the day we meet again,
When i get to look in your deep, dark eyes
Hear your voice like pitter patter of the monsoon rain
Hug you & kiss your red lips under the evening sky
एक ये होली है, एक वो होली थी
तब भी हमारा शहर एक था
अब भी एक ही है
बस अब शहर मुंबई है, तब दिल्ली थी
एक ये होली है, एक वो होली थी
तब रंगों का रंग गुलाबी, लाल, हरा, पीला था
अब ये रंग सफ़ेद और काला है
एक ये होली है, एक वो होली थी
तब दोनों के गालों पर एक दूजे का रंग था
अब सिर्फ़ मेरे हाथों में ये रंग है
एक ये होली है, एक वो होली थी
तब तुम सिर्फ़ मेरे थे
अब तुम मेरे सिवा सबके हो
एक ये होली है, एक वो होली थी
तब सिर्फ़ खुशियों की किलकारियाँ थी
अब सिर्फ़ मौत का सन्नाटा है
आँखे है या समंदर, ये समझ न पाए हम
जब डूब गए इनमें तो जाना शायद इसी को इश्क़ कहते हैं
जुल्फें है या काली घटाएँ, ये समझ न पाए हम
जब इनकी बारिश हुई तो जाना शायद इसी को इश्क़ कहते हैं
मुस्कान है या खंजर, ये समझ न पाए हम
जब इससे कत्ल हुए तो जाना शायद इसी को इश्क़ कहते हैं
चेहरा है या पूनम का चाँद खिला, ये समझ न पाए हम
इसमे जब ख़ुदा दिख गया तो यकीन हो गया 'प्रेम', इसी को इश्क़ कहते हैं
~ Moonpie ~
The roads you passed, I will walk them
The place you lived, I will live there until the last of your fragrance is in the air
The glasses of water your lips touched, I kiss them thousand times a day.
The showers you took, I drink them everyday.
The air you breath out, I breath in every day.
Remember you kissed me among the flowers, I pluck them every day.
When the day comes, I will kiss you again between those flowers under the blue sky, when the sunset is on its way.
This is the way I want to love you, the way I want to live with you. The way I want to die with you.