Here’s a wordless wednesday after ages and ages!!!
Go on, fill it up!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Here’s a wordless wednesday after ages and ages!!!
Go on, fill it up!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Hechicera means Enchantress – one who can put a spell on you with her qualities.
Today, Hechicera reveals herself.
She is the girl next door , the girl of your dreams, the lady in your fantasies.
She is a dreamer, a compulsive dreamer. She is inside you – the person who has always wished for the moon and the stars. She lives in her own world, she has her own language, she sings her own songs…
She has nothing to do with the big bad world. In her little world, there is only love, affection, kindness and gentleness. She does not want to leave her world. She wants to stay there forever. She wants her friends and her love to join her in her world. She wants to keep them away from the big bad world.
Call her Maya. She is Maya – the lady who danced in green fields in the white dress.. her dupatta flowing with the winds… her arms dancing to the enchanting tune… she is your imagination.
She is on a journey towards the Unknown. But she has faith that the Unknown will be where her heart is. She is constantly searching for the elusive someone. She is searching for her heart. She thinks the destination will be the start of another journey. If you follow her, she will crumble away into nothingness. If you try to touch her,she will melt away. If you want her, you can never have her. If you already have her, you can never lose her. She – is Hechicera.
Who is YOUR Hechicera? Why is she your Hechicera?
Let us see you answer this one. I would like to know who Maya is for all of you out there reading this fantasy story.
“I can’t believe you have brought me to streets like these!!!”
“I just can’t believe this!! Aaahh, look at the muck – the street can hardly fit one car.” And half of it is filled up with garbage. She regretted having called the local guy to ask for electronic stores. Who knew this street would turn out to be a nightmare.
The cheek of this man with her – the street was so narrow, that they had to CLIMB platforms to cross hurdles.. and he did not even offer a hand! As if she did Spider Man stunts day in and day out…The cheek!!
“I can’t believe you are so fussy!” He said. “I am the one who doesn’t live here.. I have no problems. You are just being too fussy. see? This is why I bought such big boots. BTW I need another pair of those.” A cocky smile.
She raises her eyes in desperation! Men and their big boots. Hmmph!
“You better treat me to a good lunch after all this, I tell you.”
As they approach the Thirteenth Floor, he tells her how he had visited this restaurant with another friend and that it was a good place. She was just hungry. She didn’t care which floor it was, as long as they had food to eat. And well, the restaurant actually was on the thirteenth floor and was named so. Not bad.. they entered and he pointed towards the balcony where there were tables set up in open air.. under the skies..
Ahh.. now she smiles. She likes it. She likes this. 13th floor. What a view – they took a table near the parapet. The metro was visible below. She had never sat in the metro. She hadn’t bothered to figure out how to do that. Who cares.
She looked at the man who sat before her. His grey kurta looked royal on his broad shoulders. He had a smile on his face. A scrumptious lunch ensued, with little moments of love. She looked at him and wondered again. There were undercurrents between them, of uncertainty and tension. Both of them had their own battles to fight, but were scrambling for some moments of peace together. She thought, I can not live without him.
Of course she didn’t say that to him. They had a mutual understanding of avoiding the impending serious issues. Instead, she said, “Thanks for this wonderful lunch. It is as romantic as I would have wanted it to be. I love you.” This day would remain with her until the last day of her life. For some, these little joys are everyday affairs, but for some like her, they are like diamonds. You can’t have them again and again. Maybe only once. That’s all you can do before getting broke.
As they got up to leave, he wanted to click a few pictures of the view from the 13th floor. But of course, women – he knew she would protest if she wasn’t made a part of those pictures. So he cleverly and smartly takes one picture of hers, and then gets busy with click click click, capturing the metro below and some good cityscapes. Of course she sees through the ruse. She does protest a bit. But she is still reeling under the beauty of the lunch – the quiet togetherness, the romantic climate, the view, the entire feel of those two hours.
As the lift traversed to the ground floor, she told him, ‘Don’t ever leave me and go away.”
All he said was, “Haanji.”
लाखों बार समझाया , फिर भी ये सपने पगले सपने
हर रात आकर जगा जाते हैं अरमानों की लहरें
क्यूँ होता है ऐसा , की हमको वो नहीं मिलता
जिसे हम तहे दिल से चाह कर पाने की रखते हैं तमन्ना
जले हैं हाथ फिर भी दिल को फिर से जलने दिया
लाख समझाया , फिर भी सपनों को दुबारा पलने दिया
हर दिन हर रात टूटके बिखरते हैं ये सपने
फिर सुबह सवेरे नयी डोर से लिपट जाते हैं पगले सपने
कौन समझाए इनको , की न हो इतने बेचैन
जब टूटना ही है हर रोज़ , तोह क्यूँ जुड़ते हैं सपने
जब टूटना ही है हर रोज़ तोह क्यूँ जुड़ते हैं हम ?
पगले कहती हो पूनम हमको , तुम हो सबसे बड़ी बावरी
जीना यही है जीना सीखो , हर पल में दुनिया भर लो
कल को ये तो नहीं ग़म होगा कि जिया ही नहीं , यह क्या किया
कल को मुड कर पीछे देखा , तो ज़िन्दगी रेत के कण की तरह
हाथों से फिसलती दिखेगी जब पूनम तुमको ,
तो क्या हुआ अगर ज़िन्दगी ने तुमको धोखा दे दिया ,
तब तुम यही सोचोगी , की सपने तो देखे , सपनो में तो जिया
I’ve told myself a million times, but crazy dreams just don’t listen to me.
Bringing waves of desires, every night, they overwhelm me.
Why don’t we ever receive that, which we desire
from the deepest depths of the heart?
Once bitten, yet I let my heart burn yet again,
Tried to stop a million times, yet let those dreams simmer again
Every night and every day, these dreams shatter
like shards of broken glass,
Yet the next dawn sees crazy dreams arising into a new beginning again
Someone implore them to exercise restraint,
Why arise and shine when they have to disintegrate every day?
Why we arise and shine when we have to disintegrate every day?
You call us crazy, but you are the biggest fool.
Know that this is life, your world in each of its moments,
At least you’d have no regrets tomorrow, on how you lived your life
Looking back at today, Punam, when you see your life
Escaping through your fingers like slippery grains of sand
To hell with life and its grand betrayals,
At least, you dreamt!!
At least, your dreams were alive!!
Laakhon baar samjhaya, phir bhi yeh sapne pagle sapne
Har raat aakar jaga jaate hain armaanon ki lehrein
Kyun hota hai aisa, ki humko woh nahin milta
Jise hum tahe dil se chah kar paane ki rakhte hain tamanna
Jale hain haath phir bhi dil ko phir se jalne diya
Laakh samjhaya, phir bhi sapnon ko dobara palne diya
Har din har raat tootke bikhar te hain yeh sapne
Phir subah savere nayi dor se lipat jaate hain pagle sapne
Kaun samjhaye inko, ki na ho itne bechaen
Jab toot na hi hai har roz, toh kyun judte hain sapne
Jab tootna hi hai har roz toh kyun judte hain hum?
Pagle kehti ho punam humko, tum ho sabse badi baawri
Jeena yahi hai jeena seekho, har pal mein duniya bhar lo
Kal ko yeh toh nahin gham hoga ki jiya hi nahin, yeh kya kiya
Kal ko mud kar peeche dekha, toh zindagi ret ke kan ki tarah
Haathon se phisalti dikhegi jab punam tumko,
To kya hua agar zindagi ne tumko dhokha de diya,
Tab tum yahi sochogi, ki sapne toh dekhe, sapno mein to jiya
A mission to seek
An abode meek
Just a humble piece.
I miss those days, when we were two
Hand in hand, our dreams we drew
Sapne dekhogi nahin toh poore kaise honge
(If you don’t have dreams in the first place,
How will you fulfill them?)
Was all you said, and I KNEW… Yet,
I have to stay calm, the test of time
Time is for sure, the best healer
As I live my life in bits n pieces,
I dream away…
I live a life of fragments
Each fragment an eternity
So u see, kind sire, thou art eternities away from me
WHEN oh when do you plan to appear…
Stars twinkling in my eyes,
I gaze at the moon-less sky
I see your perfect features
And wonder we are so far, why
Rain drops falling on my face
I used to love them so
Will we see them together
While the soft breeze flows
As I build an empty home
With trinkets and junkets of stuff
I see myself wandering through
A life of no consequence…
Not knowing who will read the note,
Pray, will a prince appear?
Out of nowhere to read me and my heart,
And take me to the shores, in arms cosseted..
Was I offered a million hearts
I would have heard him sing for them
I had to hear them beat a rhythm, but
Someone stole a heart.. again.
When I looked into the lake
A reflection I saw, curiously awake
Questions galore, what could I say?
And someone stole a heart again.
Far far away, thousands of miles in space
I see the magic faraway tree – and an enchanting place
I try to hear those million hearts sing
But someone stole a heart.. again.
As the winds rose towards the skies
I yearn to see that face arise
A robber I wished to catch ‘red-handed’
Someone stole a heart.. again
I expect to see bundles of hearts
At the end of the earth where the horizon gleams
But I want more to see the face that steals
That Someone who steals hearts time and again..
How many hearts, how many beats
How many more moments in peace?
Each frozen in time and space,
Touching the heart and stealing it away.
I have not a million hearts with me,
But each time you try and look at me,
Every single word that strikes home,
Is how you steal a heart again..
Again and yet again, you do it too
How may I ask you to stop it now?
Do I though want you to stop it too?
Or may I learn it from you to do?
May I steal a heart again,
May I freeze moments in time?
May I grab that tiny space,
And may I steal your heart again?
I hardly get to watch TV anymore. The other day, I decided, come what may, I want to watch a soap opera.. our very own hindi TV serial. So, I joined my room mate and occupied the single bed in the hall – to watch this serial called … (I dont even remember the name now) but it has the famous Kahaani Ghar Ghar Ki wali Parvati. 🙂 and Ram Kapoor in the lead.
Anyway, I bugged her to tell me the story so that i could understand this one half hour of the serial that I suddenly decided I had to watch!!! And then.. later on, I remembered how crazy I was over one particular serial during my college days. It was Kahiin Toh Hoga.. that serial about 5 sisters.. and Kashish the main lead, and Sujal and Piyush!! Ah, good old days.. we were so crazy about this couple… and we would just go ga ga over the kind of dresses Kashish wore.. whatever she wore would become the current fashion of that time.
She is a very beautiful girl.
So, for this Musical Monday, I wanted to post Sujal and Kashish’s moments together. 🙂
Just one regret – the best pair ruined their own careers for big screen dreams. They ruled the roost while they were on small screen.
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