के दिल अभी भारा नहीं '
was playing in the background, and all I was engulfed in was the picture we clicked right after we made out. may be not the way people would expect, but it was totally different and totally orgasmic. He knew about my inhibitions, he knew about my apprehensions. All he asked me was to give him a chance and have faith. I trusted him when he planted the first peck on my cheek , i trusted him when he took me out for a date in the far off gardens of the eden, I even trusted him when we lay entwined beneath the moonlit sky, on the barren ground and followed by the barren talk. Only If, it was that barren.
All I did was,have faith.
ये शाम ढल तो ले ज़रा...'
from now on, we did this every night.
The spark was new, the kiss was getting more romantisized, the summer nights were getting shorter, the sky housed more stars now.
The talk was still barren.
Things were flipping themselves. I would ask him him for some more moments, some more talk, something more. the 'more' part seemed to never end.
अगर में रुक गयी अभी
तो जा न पाऊँगी कभी ...
येही कहोगे तुम सदा के दिल अभी नहीं भरा he had to go. Somewhere. he never told me where, I didn't even persuade. he had his reasons , I had mine.
we promised and he left.
All we talked about was Dreams. His dreams.
he wanted to talk about my dreams as well...I had none, I didnt dare dream.
he wanted the barren ground to be my slate
he wanted me to dream
he wanted me to live those dreams.
when I look back, having lived and living my promise
perhaps, the talk was not as barren as I thought
