Originally posted by: manzilmukul
I wrote something which suits Bajaj so much. I imagine him drinking his whiskey at night and smoking alone.
THE NEST CALLED NIGHT
In the nest called night, several tiny birds of memories find a haven. Some might be chirping, some brooding with pensive pleasure while some floating happily in a bubble drift. They might be contrastive but all find solace clustered in the nest called night.
The coffee which we never shared, the rains that could’ve have gotten us closer, the ballad which I could have sung in perfect chorus with the warble of yours, the midnight call on which a kiss never blossomed, the embrace which we might have longed for, the provocative scent of yours which I never breathed -all this and much more that could have been, all flutter their wings in the gloomy comfort of this nest called night.
In this nest called the night, you and I don’t exist! What exists is a dream which we never saw together, and a lost emotion called love which we never expressed. Stifled feelings, unrequited hopes and soap bubbles reflecting the fragmented glimmer of our imagination, they all find reasons in this dreary nest called the night.
In this nest called the night, the faint reminiscence of the world that would have been with you and I being together remained with a perplexed intonation and bedazzled elucidation.
I wish these nights could be a bit longer, but alas, the nest isn’t enough to gather every bit of us. Every night, I gather some fresh hay, moist with the tears of my eyes and start building more nests to shelter the stack of memories which you and I could never create. You and I have memories which are now miles apart, but we somehow meet in the nest called night.
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Pyaar Kii Ye Ek Kahaani
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
