I thought
someday I will find you. Somehow. Even as I was leaving.
There wasn't a fixed
plan, nor a fixed time. It was always a time in future. But in time, I knew I will
find you.
Someday in
an overpriced coffee house that stores a guitar on that noisy street; there
where you would order a doughnut complain how pricey it is, pick up the guitar
and start plucking it. No, you wouldn't play, will be beneath you to play with ‘the
mood’. Well maybe not that grand, but I thought someday I will find you.
Or maybe,
someday on the street, when the traffic stopped, at the signal? It does sound cliché
doesn't it? But you liked clichés you believed in them. The typical Bollywood you,
minus the hypocrisy. Yes, someday when that signal turns red on me, I thought I
will look on my left and there you would be on your shiny black horse. Horse? Yeah,
it was nothing less than a horse. Yes, someday I thought I will find you.
But you are
lost, it has been a long time. I should have found you already, before I lost
all of me.
Shouldn't I have? Why are you elusive?
I should have
found you already. I should have found you so that you could find me in return.
Meri nayya paar lagane.
