I STILL HOPE FOR MIRACLES

तू मैनु पूछ ना कोई सवाल
चल दूर किते मेरे नाल
के तेरा हो जाऊं

मैं किसी और का हूँ फिलहाल
के तेरा हो जाऊं

Somewhere I want her to know how it feels to miss your loved ones or maybe she knows it well. I want to go back to her, but I cannot. I had to move on knowing you won’t be returning. I wish we had time together.

Oh gosh!! It’s my marriage tomorrow and all I’m doing is thinking about you. I’ll be someone else’s tomorrow and forever.

Standing solitary on the terrace of my bungalow, with a beer bottle in my hand, admiring the sky, with meager hope in my eyes, chilled winds alleviating my face, I know it’s wrong to think of you at this moment. But with this song playing in my background and its entirely relatable lyrics has led me to our old lane of memories.

How I wish…
For once let’s just go to the place where we first met, singing, with no worries, with no questions, just craving for each other’s company.
For once let’s just sit close, watching the sun going down, with your hand wrapped around mine and those fluttering feelings.
You remind me how times can be good, you remind me how people can be loved.

सूखे से पत्ते हैं एक टहनी पे लगे
क़िस्मत तो देखो कि झड़ नहीं सकते
फ़िलहाल तो यूँ हैं कि कुछ कर नहीं सकते

I cannot undo anything. Neither you can. We have played our parts and left it upon fate. I know it’s the harsh reality. Somewhere in my heart I still hope for miracles. If not in this lifetime then maybe in the parallel universe.

© Ruchika Rana, Author

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