Aaj mausam bada beimaan hain...bada beimaan hain...
aaj mausam
Aane waala... koi toofan hain... aaj mausam
Kya hua hain... hua kuch nahin hain
Baat kya hain pata kuch nahin hain...
Mujhse koi khataa ho gayi hain..
Iss mein meri khataa kuch nahin hain...
Khoobsurat hain tu rut jawan hain...
Aaj mausam bada beimaan hain...bada beimaan hain...
aaj mausam
Kaali kaali ghata darr rahin hain
Thandi aahein hawa bhar rahin hain
Sabko kya kya ghumaan ho rahein hain
Har kali hum par shakh kar rahin hain
Phoolon ka dil bhi kuch badghumaan hain...
Aaj mausam bada beimaan hain...bada beimaan hain...
aaj mausam
Aye mere yaar, aye husn waale...
Dil kiya maine tere hawaale
Teri marzi pe ab baat tehari...
Jeene de chaahe tu maar daale
Tere haathon mein ab meri jaan hain
Aaj mausam bada beimaan hain...bada beimaan hain...
aaj mausam
*sigh*
The
weather outside is so lovely… I could describe it if I try… but it would do no
justice to its beauty.
Dark
clouds lumbering about in the sky… guarding the sun… keeping a tab on its
peeking. And when the sun manages to raise its sunny head… the desert is bathed
with an ethereal glow and a soft warmth… and then the guards take their positions
again. The sun in its misty veil looks a shy bride… surrounded by her hefty
bouncer cloudy guards.
There
is a nip in the air… a slight chill… the promise of rain… the sense of an
impending storm… again.
A
thunderstorm is waiting in the wings… the rumble of a million heavy drums and
the crackle of brilliant lightning waiting to arc across the sky… as soon as
the sun sinks in the ocean.
Yesterday
evening, the electric storm was breathtaking… a fierce show of sound and light.
The
thunder shook my building tower and the lightning struck bright coloring
everything in its path in electric blues and purples.
Unfortunately,
there was thunder in my head… and blinding flashes too. My stupid headache did
not allow me to stand in the balcony of my 19th floor and feel the
crackling air that makes one’s hair stand on end. The air all charged up… humid
and chilly… the landscape, all misty and waiting for the downpour to quench a
deep thirst… and the exquisite smell of damp earth. (This has to be bottled up
and sold… I would buy it for sure.)
Fat
drops of cold rain splashed on my window pane… leaving a trail of dust. Neither
the headache nor the dusty rain could dampen my spirits.
I was
held in enthrallment by the booming drums in the sky and the gorgeous
lightning. As I tweeted and updated my status on FB, there were threads of
fear running through my head about the storm… but it was soon overpowered by its
wild awesomeness.
Even though I fell in to a delirious, fevered sleep... with the thunder beating against the walls of my head... I still had a great night.
And today when I woke up... the drums in my head had softened their beating and the air still smelt divine...
The mausam is still beimaan!
Can't decide what I like more - the classic song or your wonderful write up.
ReplyDeleteAap bhi na, Nawaab saheb... itna na chaddaaya kijiye :)
ReplyDeletecool. looks like u r preparing urself for that dooms day :D. would thunderstorms be enough for that.
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