And the heavens cried...

Hi,😊

Hanste hue, aankhon main kyun aa jaate hain ye aansoo
yun khushi ko adhoora sa bana jaate hain ye aansoo

Dard itna hai saha, khaali ho gaya samandar ashkon ka
Jaane kahan se aankhon main bhar jaate hain ye aansoo

Khush hoon main, koi shikwa zamane se na taqdeer se
Meri iss baat ko jhoota kyun bana jaate hain ye aansoo

Shayad khabar hai in ko bhi kis qadar tanha hoon main
Tanhaayi main mera saath nibha jaate hain ye aansoo

Tears...and rain. How similar at a time and how different in another. In a monsoon filled of joy and love, rains are heavenly flowers, falling on the earth to wash off its strains. But at times like these...when there is un - spelled agony in the air, unanswered questions, those are indeed tears of heavens falling over earth as they mourn the fate of a love they had written in cosmos all along.

I'm a little late today, missed and later verbally caught up the first half of the episode, because I had to unpack. So not an entire episode analysis, which I don't actually think is needed, but some reflection to certain points that touched my heart and meant something to the beautiful story of SwaSan, scattered over the episode.

Sanskar had always been a man behind a mask, his face would not betray the storms he had been through, the cuts on his soul or the flames licking his past wounds. No one, ever got past his mask of stone, for no one he would sacrifice that one wall, which hid his vulnerable heart in a shinning case of gold. Until one Swara Bose literally waltzed in to his life.

It was for this girl he had sacrificed his mask, let it slip as he sprung to save her from a certain death at the hands of a witch (thanks to Simar of cause). He bared the armor all saw him in, for her eyes and let them see the bleeding heart within. You can call it the instinct of survival, some part of him had already realized she would heal him, if he let her through.

She did, restore his light.

But in exchange took the right to hurt him repeatedly. It was something he had willingly given her, a right over his heart and soul. Had he ever told her, how much agony it was to love her so silently, unsure whether his love would ever be reciprocated or not? Of cause he didn't. Because he thought, after what she had done to him, she deserved to be worshiped, and in worship you don't expect to be venerated back right?

Still when she would love him back, his heart would burst with happiness, as if she had bestowed upon him a heaven he did not deserve. As if he would inwardly resolve to cherish it above his life. His eyes would sparkle...betraying his emotions.

Even now, when she unknowingly pushes him away from her, those eyes literally burn in the agony of imagining his life without her. A life, he is certain not to survive. It's hard to break Sanskar Maheshwari's resolve, but again, only she has that right.

How much he shudders at the thought of separation...the empty moments and ages long lonely nights? The thought is enough to send a silent prayer to the heavens, ask them why, would they write such excruciating moments in his story? And the stars that crossed when they met, would burn in his pain and cry...their tears drizzling down on earth, washing away for a moment the obstacles lying between them.

Some of those droplets might have muttered in her ears, in a language her mind would not know, but her heart understands. They must have conveyed his suffering that she melted for those moments.

The same droplets must have fallen on his heart, silencing the flames of pain licking his thoughts, offering him relief from his wounds for a moment, until his angel would return to embrace him.

Last time their journey was written in flames, perhaps this time rains would take their place. On the ending note, one of my favorite, hauntingly beautiful verses...

Agar Kabhi Barsaat Ka Mazaa Chaho
To ao in Aankhon Mein aa Baitho
Woh Barson Mein Kabhi BarsTay Hain
Yeh Barson Se Barasti Hain

Thanks for reading. Do share your thoughts.

For those who do not understand the verses...my simple translation.

While smiling why do tears appear in my eyes

Making happiness incomplete

Oceans of tears have been emptied in pain

No wonder from where still these tears fill my eyes

I'm happy with no complaints about world or fate

But these tears prove me wrong

Perhaps they know how lonely I am

These tears keep me company in loneliness

Ending...

If you want to enjoy rains some day

Come and sit in my eyes

Rains come once a year

These are raining from years...

Hope you enjoyed them.

Love,

Sakura

Originally posted by: Nynaeve

And so was I waiting for this😊

The episode was nothing much to write about - outstanding Sanskaar, angry Swara and poisonous pari and deadwood mouthing monologues😡

Loved reading your post 🤗

Love,

Nyna

Originally posted by: Apudeep

Thanks Sakura😊

Originally posted by: UZIS

Awesome post dear...👏

with the addition of poem n shayaris, I m loving ur posts even more n more😛

Wrote this a few days back for Swasan dooriyan, particularly when Sanskar was thinking about Swara, while holding the photoframe:

Kabhi Kabhi Itni Shiddat Se Bhi Tumhari Yaad Aati Hai

Mai Bas Palke Milaata Hu To Aankhey Bheeg Jati Hai

I somehow feel its relevant to the title of ur post

Originally posted by: tiny15

@sakura w'ful post.can't put it better than u. u wrote all.👏

2day i felt bad wen saw sanky as kissan pleading.but swara unknowingly did pati-seva.😆

Originally posted by: sneharay

Wonderful post.. 👏

Originally posted by: Sakura24

Hi,😊

Hanste hue, aankhon main kyun aa jaate hain ye aansoo
yun khushi ko adhoora sa bana jaate hain ye aansoo

Dard itna hai saha, khaali ho gaya samandar ashkon ka
Jaane kahan se aankhon main bhar jaate hain ye aansoo

Khush hoon main, koi shikwa zamane se na taqdeer se
Meri iss baat ko jhoota kyun bana jaate hain ye aansoo

Shayad khabar hai in ko bhi kis qadar tanha hoon main
Tanhaayi main mera saath nibha jaate hain ye aansoo

Tears...and rain. How similar at a time and how different in another. In a monsoon filled of joy and love, rains are heavenly flowers, falling on the earth to wash off its strains. But at times like these...when there is un - spelled agony in the air, unanswered questions, those are indeed tears of heavens falling over earth as they mourn the fate of a love they had written in cosmos all along.

I'm a little late today, missed and later verbally caught up the first half of the episode, because I had to unpack. So not an entire episode analysis, which I don't actually think is needed, but some reflection to certain points that touched my heart and meant something to the beautiful story of SwaSan, scattered over the episode.

Sanskar had always been a man behind a mask, his face would not betray the storms he had been through, the cuts on his soul or the flames licking his past wounds. No one, ever got past his mask of stone, for no one he would sacrifice that one wall, which hid his vulnerable heart in a shinning case of gold. Until one Swara Bose literally waltzed in to his life.

It was for this girl he had sacrificed his mask, let it slip as he sprung to save her from a certain death at the hands of a witch (thanks to Simar of cause). He bared the armor all saw him in, for her eyes and let them see the bleeding heart within. You can call it the instinct of survival, some part of him had already realized she would heal him, if he let her through.

She did, restore his light.

But in exchange took the right to hurt him repeatedly. It was something he had willingly given her, a right over his heart and soul. Had he ever told her, how much agony it was to love her so silently, unsure whether his love would ever be reciprocated or not? Of cause he didn't. Because he thought, after what she had done to him, she deserved to be worshiped, and in worship you don't expect to be venerated back right?

Still when she would love him back, his heart would burst with happiness, as if she had bestowed upon him a heaven he did not deserve. As if he would inwardly resolve to cherish it above his life. His eyes would sparkle...betraying his emotions.

Even now, when she unknowingly pushes him away from her, those eyes literally burn in the agony of imagining his life without her. A life, he is certain not to survive. It's hard to break Sanskar Maheshwari's resolve, but again, only she has that right.

How much he shudders at the thought of separation...the empty moments and ages long lonely nights? The thought is enough to send a silent prayer to the heavens, ask them why, would they write such excruciating moments in his story? And the stars that crossed when they met, would burn in his pain and cry...their tears drizzling down on earth, washing away for a moment the obstacles lying between them.

Some of those droplets might have muttered in her ears, in a language her mind would not know, but her heart understands. They must have conveyed his suffering that she melted for those moments.

The same droplets must have fallen on his heart, silencing the flames of pain licking his thoughts, offering him relief from his wounds for a moment, until his angel would return to embrace him.

Last time their journey was written in flames, perhaps this time rains would take their place. On the ending note, one of my favorite, hauntingly beautiful verses...

Agar Kabhi Barsaat Ka Mazaa Chaho
To ao in Aankhon Mein aa Baitho
Woh Barson Mein Kabhi BarsTay Hain
Yeh Barson Se Barasti Hain

Thanks for reading. Do share your thoughts.

For those who do not understand the verses...my simple translation.

While smiling why do tears appear in my eyes

Making happiness incomplete

Oceans of tears have been emptied in pain

No wonder from where still these tears fill my eyes

I'm happy with no complaints about world or fate

But these tears prove me wrong

Perhaps they know how lonely I am

These tears keep me company in loneliness

Ending...

If you want to enjoy rains some day

Come and sit in my eyes

Rains come once a year

These are raining from years...

Hope you enjoyed them.

Love,

Sakura