Thursday, February 5, 2009

PERFECT BIRTHDAY --- CRUSH-ed !!!


Turning eighteen - sounds really mast,
A major finally, catches our interest,
But never thought, it could be so special… what do I say?
Super-rocking tha who time, my eighteenth birthday!

Pehle to I was completely turned-off that day,
Had a 6 ghante lambi class at my institute far away,
Tha ek khatarnaak test, freaked me out no end,
But was still chilled out, ‘coz ab to hai ye regular trend!

Class hui khatam, I set out for another trauma,
Waiting at the roofless bus-stop, kya bekaar ka drama!
Bus aayi after 15 minutes in dhoop, temper was soaring – both out & inside,
Par seriously thank God, mil gayi window seat, on which I phataphat se did glide!

Abhi tak to tha sab kuch plain & boring,
But mausam badla, you bet, it was worth the waiting!
Thandi hawa ke jhonkoen ke thappede bhi lagte hai kitne pyaare,
With kaan mein headphones, radio pe aane lage gaane mast saare!

Third stop down, tha ready mere liye ek surprise,
Kya super-duper birthday present mila…mere bhai!
A guy, yes, such a charming boy, got in there,
Blueline bus nahin lagi thi itni beautiful before that anywhere!

Man,,, I tell you, he was so damn cute,
Hot looks, cool smile, tha who an ultimate dude!
Looked all the more dashing in my favourite colour black,
I was in black too, wow… get me that lovely co-incidence back!

Wanted to keep looking at him, but kaam chalaya with just meek little glances,
After all I’m a ‘Bhartiya ladki’ – not supposed to make any advances!
Bechara cutie-pie, raha standing all the way,
But, good for me naa… kept admiring aaraam se!

He appeared quite decent, his expressions proved that,
Fascinated me all the more, as a matter-of-fact,
I seriously thought… ”why not likh daloon ek poem iske liye?”
Lines bhi aane lagi instantly, jal gaye dimaag ki battiyaan & diye!

Had pen, had paper, even words and feelings right,
Even 30 minutes on hand, but then… cut gayi dor of my kite!
Mann to bahut tha to give him more than just a glance,
Fultoo armaan tha to do wahan ‘chance-pe-dance’!

Poem likhke daal deti uske bag ki open side-pocket mein,
Koi ‘rocket-science’ thoda hi lagana tha isme,
Radio pe romantic songs were playing the perfect ‘background score’,
My dil ki dhadkan leapt for him… gosh… more & more!

I wished he could just sit right there… next to me,
But, pahaad banke aa baithi with me… ek ‘bumper-moti’ aunty!
Lucky chap, too, got a seat… 2 rows in front of me,
Kaun sirfira kehta hai… manzil dikh jaye to dur nahin???

But then maine khud ko kaha, “ Surabhi… control… sweety, just chill!”
“Bahut hunks aur mauke milenge yaar… there across the hill!
Hogi kismat to you’ll surely meet again someday,
Nahin… to bhool ja as a dream… hey girl, light le!”

So, I sent my ‘shaitaani dimaag’ back to my mind’s backyard,
Dekha usko last time, then walked away… it was really hard,
Chalo phir bhi this birthday will remain memorable…
Far more special from the daily rush,
Sapne mein bhi nahin socha tha ki… ‘Bluelines’- badnaam for crushing people down,
Mein hi ho jayega humein bhi kabhi…
Ek sweet sa ‘unforgettable’ CRUSH!!!

MOOD--- wow….. mast wala…..ekdum!!!
DATE--- 2/5/08… Friday… 12:20 am.






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