Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Strange whispers

video

(only audio and lyrics)

from movie 'Hazaron Khwahishein Aisi'
Strange Whispers


Sun in the earth..
Sunflower..
Bird in the air..
Rain..
Eye within eye..
Daybreak..

Baavra Mann..
Dekhne Chala..
Ek Sapna..

Streets we have never walked on..
Windows we have never opened..
Hands we have never held..
Dreams we shall never..
Never see again..

Baavra Mann Dekhne Chala..
Ek Sapna..
Baavrese Mann Ki Dekho..
Baavri Hain Baatein..
Baavrisi Dhadkane Hain..
Baavri Hain Saanse..

Sun in the earth..
Sunflower..
Bird in the air..
Rain..
Eye within eye..
Daybreak..

Lives we have never lived..
Hopes we have never realized..
Fires we have never lit..
Loves we shall never..
Never make again..

Baavra Mann..
Dekhne Chala..
Ek Sapna..

Sun in the earth..
Sunflower..
Bird in the air..
Rain..
Eye within eye..
Daybreak..

I hear..
Those strange whispers
again........

Monday, March 21, 2011

Sunset

With hands in my pocket, I am walking towards the setting sun. Its just the sand and the wind whispering around me, even the waves have calmed down after a tiresome day of struggle. The sun is just above its shivering reflection on waves. I subconsciously stand still somewhere, gazing at the sun. At one point of time, the sun gently touches water. I somehow feel the memory of that touch deep within myself.


I stretch my right hand towards yours. I don't feel the touch, instead i keep staring at it... on the reflection of sun.The sun keeps melting in its reflection... slowly... "I want to tell you something", I say while looking at the sun. Coming in front of me, you start melting in my arms. I am still looking at that drowning sun. just few moments... under the golden sky... my eyes now keep wandering on the reflection. Reserving some light for itself, the sun has almost vanished. And so is vanishing, the feeling of your touch in my arms. I am trying to keep track of that disappearing reflection... unsuccessfully.

For a long time now, I am waiting for you, with both my hands still in pockets. The little  golden orange light, left by the sun, makes the pain of your absence a lot more severe. The crazy wind keeps searching for you around my still body. It doesn't even need any sunlight now... just like me....
 
(I a just trying to come back to blogging with this attempted translation of my very old marathi writeup! :) )