Always, Always : Kabhi Kabhie

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"Tomorrow, new leaves will sprout"

"And new flowers will blossom"

"Fresh new footsteps will leave

their mark on new grasslands"

"She did not walk into my life

Why, should I enter her life?"

"From waking dawns to sunset dusks..."

"by what right do I take from her...

the moments that are hers?"

"In a moment my poetry will be sung.

In a moment my story will have ended"

"For only a moment

I will live in ecstasy"

"For I have only a moment

to live my youth"

"In a moment my poetry will be sung"

"Many have come before me

Many before me have sung their songs"

"Some sang their sorrows

Some sang their hearts out"

"They lived their moment

As I live mine"

"Tomorrow we will separate"

"But for this moment I'm yours"

"In a moment my poetry will be sung"

"Tomorrow, there will come another"

"In search for the new couplet

In search of the fresh blossom"

"Some will be better poets than I am

Some better listeners than you make"

"In that tomorrow,

will someone remember me?"

"But why should anyone

remember me?"

"Why should this busy world

waste its time for me?"

"For in a moment, my poetry

will have been sung."

My autograph?

Yes! Your verses are so touching!

Did you like it?

- Very much!

Why the autograph?

You can keep the verses.

Maybe, you're the one

they were written for.

But your name isn't on it...

your name, please.

My name? What is my name?

I look at you, and I think

I have forgotten my own name.

Write something... for me.

What's your name?

Pooja (Worship)

Then maybe I shall call myself

the priest.

Your eyes... have you ever

looked in your eyes?

Anything special?

One look into those eyes,

and one wishes one could relate.

"In silence I shall worship you

Though what I seek I may not have"

"To my the object of my worship,

Pooja"

Amit

"If I can hold your hand

A pleasance will be my journey"

"Success enough it is for me

If I win your love for me"

"This question that I ask of you

Answer me not if you will not"

"But hidden in your silence lie

A thousand words speak themselves"

"Every moment this life I live

Each moment I cherish your beauty"

"Every time your lips part for me

It is the beginning of a new day"

"In the darkness of your hair

The pleasures of a sensual night"

"When I hold your hand

A pleasance is my journey"

At times, this looks like a dream.

Back in the hostel, they go to bed

with your poetry under their pillows.

Some have even married

your photographs.

If girls know you're in love with me,

they'll kill themselves.

Poor girls...

Why "poor"?

They fall in love with

someone's photograph.

And then they will marry yet

someone else.

If not "poor", how else do you

describe these creatures?

Is it their fault? Parents never ask

a girl for her opinion.

Girls are forced into marriages.

You won't do that, will you?

I'll let you have the answer

after I've asked Mom and Dad.

Is that a challenge?

Or is it a joke?

Are you propositioning?

Or are you testing waters?

I just want to be happy in life.

- What does it take to make you happy?

Brighten up my every morning

with a smile from these lips.

Bring the light into my nights,

with those eyes of yours.

Go on. Flatter me.

Coming from you, I like it.

"Sometimes"

"My heart tells me"

"You were created for me"

"Up there with the stars you were"

"Till you were sent down to earth

for my sake"

"My heart tells me at times"

"Your body, your soul, your eyes

are mine"

"The shade of these tresses

were made for me"

"Your body, your lips, your arms

are mine and mine and mine alone"

"My heart sings to me sometimes"

"In the tunes of the shehnai"

(Shehnai:
wind instrument from India)

"We are birds in a nest"

"We are to fly away one day"

"We will fly far away"

"The dazzle of the color red

in the bride's trousseau

"The sparkle of the dot

on the bride's forehead"

"The chime of bangles on

the bride's hands dyed in henna"

"The heartbeats that promise

those beautiful dreams"

"The magic of the kohl

in the bride's eyes"

"The subtle scent of flowers

in her hair"

"The faint quiver of soft lips"

"The blush of the heat on her face"

"The musk of her sweat"

"The burning desire

of her passions"

"The hesitant jingle of her anklets"

"With finery she is adorned"

"But for whom?"

"For whom am I?"

"My dear father, the palanquin

that will carry me away from you"

"Will not pass through these doors"

"Let me go, as if

I were a brick in your wall"

"We are birds in a nest"

"We are to fly away one day"

"We will fly far away"

Amit, you tell me what should I do.

My parents have fixed

my marriage elsewhere.

Had I even mentioned you...

Oh I can't imagine what

they would've done!

There are my parents...

and here you are...

I don't know what to do!

Tell me, what am I to do?

I think you should marry him.

Will you forget me?

I'll never forgive myself

the day I forget you.

How will I live this life?

You'll be a good wife. And I'll try

to become a good human being.

Will you promise me something?

We'd rather not make

any more promises.

I'm asking for my right.

Go on.

You won't stop writing poems.

Writing poetry isn't mechanical...

say like building a house

with brick and mortar.

But if you keep writing,

it will make me happy.

Pooja...

Yes Amit...

Maybe this is the last time

I'm calling you "Pooja".

Decided? After due deliberation?

Yes.

May I ask why?

Even for the sake of our happiness,

we have no right to ignore...

the wishes of our parents. We can't

trample upon their sentiments...

to build a world for ourselves...

That leaves nothing to ask or say.

Nothing!

I put together a few poems

for my first anthology.

I wanted you to have the first copy.

As a gift of love.

With time and circumstance,

this becomes your wedding gift.

Now who would have guessed that?

My wedding gift. For you.

Were I a poet, I would've

written an anthology for you.

Poetry is my weakness.

And this poet in particular.

And his anthology,

"Kabhi Kabhie" - "Sometimes".

In every line,

he has poured his heart out.

If we ever meet happen

to meet this poet...

we'll surely ask him to

read his poetry for us.

We'll tell him that he was with us

on first night together.

I hear you sing very well.

Will you sing one of these verses?

For our first night together...

"Sometimes"

"My heart tells me"

"You were created for me"

"Up there with the stars you were"

"Till you were sent down to earth

for my sake"

"My heart tells me at times"

"Your body, your soul, your eyes

are mine"

"The shade of these tresses

were made for me"

"Your body, your lips, your arms

are mine and mine and mine alone"

"My heart sings to me sometimes"

"In the tunes of the shehnai"

(Shehnai:
wind instrument from India)

"On our first night together

I will lift the veil"

"You are shy and you quaver

As I take you in my arms"

"My heart asks me"

"Will you love me

like this all my life?"

"Will you always look at me

with love in your eyes?"

"I know, you belong

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