The Magic called LOVE

The evening sun smears vermillion on the twilit sky,

And I find you there...seeking sunshine in your face...

Just at the corner where nightly reveries greet me,

You shine like a lone star..

Sleep hovers heavily around my weary eyes,

And you permeate the sweet perfume that lingers on my bed...

The moments are moist, whom you sealed with a kiss...

I feel your words on my fingertips,

My toes twitch where you planted your tender touch...

You give me wings, and invite spring for me...

The little white butterfly in me you bring alive...

Know you not, I rejoice in every season with you?

Rango me ashiyaana dhundte hai hum,

Aapka aks talaashte hai...

Gehri-halki tasveere banti hai...

Unme kuch lamhon ki goonj...rango me duboya hua...

Hai rango se dilkash dosti meri,

Berang si ranjishein bhi nibhaate hai...

Mohabbat ka woh pehla sparsh,

Hai meethe rango me ghule huye...

Kabhi palko me simat jaate hai,

Kabhii yaadon se lipat jaate hai...

Aapki ungliyon ko chhukar jo mere rooh me utra hai,

Us rang ko main kya naam du...

Well...some more...in case you haven't had enough :P

A lil dose of Narcissism... :))) :P

Toh phir aao, mujhko satao...
Toh phir aao, mujhko rulao...

Dil baadal bane, aankhen behne lage....
Aahein aese uthe, jaise aandhi chale....
Gham le ja tere, jo bhi tune diye...
Ya phir mujhko bataa, inko kaise sahe...

Toh phir aao...

Chandi Jaisa Rang HAi Tera HD Video By NJ

It's so true that music brings us closer to ourselves, stripping off the mask of self-deceit...and coming so close to our own selves is often a not-so pleasant experience...it only familiarises us with the repressed thoughts and emotions...being sensitive is indeed a sin committed upon our souls...
Why do composers and lyricists create such melancholic melodies and poignant tracks that inevitably transport us to a different world, one that we have left far behind??