A Valentine Day

I read somewhere, 'Each day is a valentine, if you want it to'. In simpler terms this perhaps meant; each day can be a valentine, if you think it that way. Today's morning, its nice sunshine, no wind and temperature's on the plus side; surely a day you wont hesitate in calling a 'Valentine Day' :)

Nightful of Songs

Some nights are like this, when you have nothing else to do, or lets say that even if you have plenty to do, nothing beats passing it listening to sweet and soulful songs. Here's how I passed this night of mine.

Songs for the day

Rains, Monsoon and a heart with sweet melancholy. You dont get to hear Koyal's song here in Denmark, but then imagining doesn't cost you anything :) One shouldn't be surprised if one feels like singing of love.

Here's to a beautiful rainy day and the divine feeling of love. I have included my fav Mithun Da's song which captures the essence even though its not a monsoon song :)

just a few rambles (all in smalls)

nothing lifts your mood than a few good songs, so after my dose of 'mujhko dafna kar woh jab wapas jaayenge' and other such Attaullah Khan songs that have been running continuously since last night, I shifted gears to the lovey dovey sound of QSQT. 'Gajab ka hai din socho zara', hmmm socho man, isnt it magic that nothing seems to be right in life and yet there's light, there's life :).

'Kya karoon mera yeh haal hai, raat din tumhara khayal hai', but that doesnt help much either, does it. Oh BTW, the 'all in small' clause has been broken quite a bit already, 12 times to be precise, like everything else even this didnt work out as per the plan.

But who cares, 'Akele hain to kya gam hai :) '.

An Evening's Dream

Here's a new one "An evening's dream". Dont know why I called it so, it could have been "A day's dream" or just "Daydream". But now that it has happened, so be it.
The idea behind this one is obvious, the dreams. We all daydream, me in particular a little too much. Some of these are fulfilled and some are not. But for me, they all do, if not in reality then in dreams. The ones that happen to you in that state of thinklessness called sleep, when all else cease to exist and what remains is dreams.
Frankly this wasn't the idea with which the lines were written, they just occured spontaneously. Three days later, as I re-read them now, the above idea makes more sense and may be more appropriate as well.

Vanished dreams of the daylight
will find their evening of realization
In the setting sun,
the golden sand and the falling leaves
sing a passion song,
for the one unknown.
No one feels lonely then,
for the moon rises above the hills
to talk to the distant stars,
and lying beneath the beautiful sky
You and I, in our respective worlds
dream with open eyes,
travel to imaginary lands
In a region of clouds
amongst the rainbows,
we talk of love
And as the night passes by
a feeling of thinklessness prevails
when just the dreams remain
and all else ceases to exist.