A sunny winter morning can, any minute, be ruined by the darkest clouds. But sometimes I believe, that the hope and conviction with which a kid playing outside on a sunday morning looks up in the sky, not blinking even for a second, praying badly to the gods to let him play a few minutes more… that’s what makes the clouds fly away, taking the dark curtains off the sun’s glow.
Does hope really work? Is there something like a strong wish? So strong that it makes the bad turn good, just by wishing? Is there a direct connection between the true wishes deep inside our hearts, and the supreme power?
Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya
Jab ghum ka saya lehraya
Jab aansoo palkon tak aya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya
Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya
…Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai
Duniya mein yunhi hota hai
Yeh jo gehre sannate hain
Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain
Thoda ghum hai sabka qissa
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa
Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai
Har pal ek naya mausam hai
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai
Can two strangers be soul mates?
or do friends become better lovers?
Is it a different lane altogether?
Should lovers also be best friends to one another?
And what if they’re not?
What if they’re just lovers and not friends?
Does such a system work?
Does such a system make a relationship work?
What if they love one another but are different when it comes to living life?
Does true love honestly overcome all the differences?
Can it bridge the gap between two different people?
Their different mindset?
Their different habits?
Their different approach to life?
Or is it asking too much out of love?