kyun.. khoye khoye chaand ki firaaq mein talaash mein udaas hai dil
kyun.. apane aap se khafa khafa zara zaraasa naaraaz hai dil.
I met you yesterday in my dreams. Did You? I guess not, but then it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we met. Do you remember your irritated room mate used to say that time and space loses its meaning when we meet? Suddenly, I realized that we were in
We walked the walk I have always wanted to walk with you, to take you to
Sahid Minar was beautifully lit up as usual. I could see the reflection on your ring. The light danced with the air, touching your face, ruffling up your hair. I offered you my jacket. You refused. You said that the chill felt nice.
We spoke. We spoke of the life that was, the life that could have been. You laughed. The laughter still rings in my ear. Yes, it was the same laughter. You have not changed, at least in my dreams.
Suddenly we were beside the
You crossed over. I could see your retreating back, fading into the evening mist of the
I slowly opened the book you had given me. It was the same book I had given you many years ago. My terrible hand writing had documented the date and the time. Somehow it had found its way to the second hand book shop. Maybe it was your mother. She must have the habit of selling off your books. Yes, it must have been your mother.
Another ferryman came along. He asked me if I wanted to cross over. Maybe, one day I will. But that day is not today. For if I cross over, I no longer meet you, not even in my dreams.