Teri Laadki Mein, chodungi na tera haath!

દીકરી ની વિદાય 

છું હૂં  મારા પપ્પાની લાડલી 

પણ છું હૂં મમ્મી તારી ઢીંગલી, ઢીંગલી.

આજે શણગારતા મુજને 

તારી હથેળી ધ્રૂજે, 

અરે જો જો ખિલી છે
કેવી તારી કળી, કળી.

વિસ્મય થી નિહારે આંખો તારી,  

પણ છું હૂં મમ્મી છબી તારી, તારી.

I might be my dad's princess,
But I am your doll, Mummy.
Today, your hands shivered while dressing me up.
O dear mummy, look how your budding has grown up.
Your eyes look at me with amuse,
But i am just a shadow of you.

પા પા કરતી પપ્પા ની આ લાડલી 

ચાલી છે કુમ-કુમના પગલા ભરવા

પલક ના ઝબકારા માં

ક્યારે મોટી થઇ ને

ક્યારે પારકી થઇ ગઈ.

હજી કાલની તો વાત હતી

ખજૂર કોપરા કરવા જિદ્દ કરતી

નિશાળે મુકવા જતા ધ્રુસકે રડી પડતી

પપ્પા તમે મને છોડી કેમ જાવ છો :પૂછતી

આજે ડોલી માં સવાર થઇ ગઈ

કાલ સુધી ઘર ઘર રમતી

આજે ઘર વસાવી રહી છે.

The teeny tiny step taking toddler
Is now stepping into household.
With a blink of eye,
the years of her youth have passed by.
It was just yesterday,
when she pleaded not be left alone at school,
and when she wanted me to carry her on my back.
Today she gets carried in carriage.
Until yesterday she played in her dollhouse,
Today, my Doll is ready to make a house.

ઘરે થી તોહ જવ છું,  

પણ હૃદય માં કાયમ માટે ઘર કરી જવ છું. 

આજે ઘર થી દૂર જવ છું,

હૃદય માં, કાલ હતી એના કરતા વધારે નજીક આવવા.

Though I leave this house,

I am leaving behind a home 

within your hearts!
Today, i am going away from home,
to come closer in heart!  

Some

Some people are like morning cup of coffee/tea,
you could very well do without them,
But, Boy! don't they make you feel alive?

Some people fill up those spaces in you that you never knew existed,
Some people can take your mind to places that your eyes cannot.
They leave the imprint on your heart that you forget, who you were
before you met them.
Suddenly, you will draw apart from them.
Yes, you will be upset, angered by their departure.
But, when they return,
you don't waste time,
on asking why, when, where, what went wrong?
Rather, you crave
to get more of the smile on face and content to heart,
For, Its the only way, you have accepted to recognize them.

Sometime, someone rushes to be somewhere.
Wouldn't that be "some"time when that someone would be You and that
somewhere would be Me?

Excerpt:
Iss pal ki ye guzaarish hai
Marna kyun, jee lena
Boondon ko pee lena

Hichki ruk jaane de
Siski tham jaane de
Tere hi sapno ki baarish hai

Paaniyon ko raste tu banaane de
Roshni ke pichhe khud ko jaane de

Kehta yeh pal
Khud se nikal
Jeete hain chal

Read more: http://www.lyricsmint.com/2016/01/jeete-hain-chal-neerja.html#ixzz4ASce8LVP

Sunset Madness

Call me biased.
I have my bias towards sunset as -the time of my life.
Twilight colors is one of the perks about it but what really sets it
apart in my eyes is its patience.
It patiently waits for me.
Unlike dawn, it lends me the time.
Time: to finish my dreams.
Time: i think i need for the mundane errands.
Time: to cross the checklists of things i would like to accomplish.
So, finally in the evening i can return to it,
with the attention and love that it deserves.
That's how you reciprocate the wait of your loved one, na?
When glances speak louder than the words "I miss you"do,
When senses feel deeper than the words"I love you" do.
For in those glances and senses is where one finds home.
Home, sweet Home!

Excerpt from Diamond Rio's song:

One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you"

Yeh mera Deewanapun hain...

continued................ 

There is a reason to this craziness,

which ends at a Welcomed "Home" 

So, let her Hurry Home.

                     

           

In the beats of the music,

rhythm of the dance,

twilight colors of the sky,

rays of the sun,

luminance of the moon,

twinkle of the stars,

sways of the swing, 

breezes of the wind,

waves of the sea,

She rummages her heart 

for the traces of  The One.

The one with whom she feels at Home.

Quoting few lines from one of my favorite songs
 "Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai 
Ya Mohabbat Ka Suroor 
Tu Na Pehchaane To Hai Yeh 
Teri Nazron Ka Kusoor 
Yeh Mera Deewanapan ..."

PS: If you look up this song, try Susheela Raman's version

Crazy, Kiya re!

She is an ordinary girl,
She sensitizes me as she breathes life in her.
 
Sunsets, moonshine, clouds, fountains, waves, paperboats,  parks, songs, lights;
are just few things I now look forward to in my life.


Her way of life shows me why exactly, i miss childhood,
No doubt, she is treasured as her father's princess. 

While, the world wants me to be "the Man",
Boy! I wish, wishing on shooting stars were for real.

She is "CRAZY" 
              -finally, a face put to the "name".

P.S. Did that description make you stretch your lips  and nod your head?

- told ya, she is Crazy

There is a reason to this craziness,

which ends at a Welcomed "Home" 

So, let' her Hurry Home.

                     To be continued................

Filters of Life

If I could use filters in real life,
As i apply on picture,
I would apply the filter of grace
On every female
and
I would apply the filter of courage
On every male.

If you must adore a female,
Look not at her face.
Look for her grace.
Its a  quality that is rare
radiates when there is peace within.
A peaceful home
Lies in the hands of a graceful female.

If you must choose a male,
Look not at his purse,
Look for Courage.
Its a quality that is rare
reflects when there is strength within.
A strong relation
lies in the hands of a courageous male.