• _lost_words 89w

    I'm sick
    of being a patient
    of hope.
    I wish I could do
    something about it.

    I catch hope faster than
    someone catching a cold.

    Hope comes easy to me,
    it comes to me with a reply, a text,
    I wasn't expecting,
    some post by poems!
    or something written
    by some hopelessly romantic
    make me believe in,
    love? *bleh*
    and making me fall
    all over again.

    Hope comes to me,
    from movies, I watch,
    where two people
    fall for each other,
    in a blink of an eye,
    where promises stand forever,
    where love is,
    I don't know what?!
    but happens in an hour!

    Hope comes to me,
    from songs, I hear,
    when singers like Mohammad Rafi, Lata Mangeshkar, Mukesh, Elvis Presley, Stevie Wonder, Eric Clapton, and many others
    sings in their melodious voices
    embracing every word,
    of the magical lyrics
    by Gulzar, Jagjit, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell,
    Sahir Ludhiyanvi.

    "दो पल के जीवन से इक उम्र चुरानी है"

    "ग़म और ख़ुशी में फ़र्क़ न महसूस हो जहाँ,
    मैं दिल को उस मक़ाम पे लाता चला गया |"

    "We go to a party and everyone turns to see
    This beautiful lady that's walking around with me
    And then she asks me, Do you feel all right?
    And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight"

    I mean i could go on...

    Hope comes to me,
    with the moon getting lost,
    in those stars before the dawn.
    or with the sunset before dusk,
    which comes to me with possibilities,
    to begin life with a new beginning,
    but start-overs aren't easy!

    Hope comes to me
    in almost every form,
    but then,
    so does disappointment, right behind it,
    of not having these hopes survive,
    more than a day/month,
    or should I say,
    a moment?

    I don't understand.
    What it is with hope,
    and disappointments
    that they go hand-in-hand?

    But how does one decide,
    how much hope is too much hope?
    as there are disappointments that'll be following it!