HASI BANGAYE

Haaan hasi BANGAYE Haan nami BANGAYE

Tum mere Aasman meri zamin bangaye...

Lost In the bleak mist of life she was my first ray of hope...just like hurricane she emerged...she hit...and she conquered me...when I lost what I was....she gave me the answers of those questions on which I had given up....giving me strength....she made me stand again... stronger than ever...but no one knew that I was strong because she was there...she was there to pick me up when I use to return defeated...

She came as a blessing in disguise...but I being blinded by the betrayals of my life forgot my own set of principles...the principles on the basis of which I used to advise shivaay to not to judge a book by it's cover....as coin has a flip side...

I failed myself on my principles....I misjudged her...I blamed her for the crime that she never committed...rather the most obnoxious and filthy sin was committed by me... although I saved her from the wrath of the people...but what I did to her was worse than what those people could have done to her...rather than accepting her as my wife i accusingly adorned her with the most unethical and undeserving adjectives that was ever meant for anyone...

Gold digger... landlord's keep... characterless... disgusting person...a house breaker and what not...but instead of hatred what I got in return was her love selfless and pious...she placed me equivalent to her shankarji... established me in the temple of her soul as a divine deity...she always believed that the bond between us was created auspiciously by her Shankar ji...but when I refused to accept her....she never complained...nor she forced any relationship on me...but perhaps destiny had some other plans for us....yet again we crossed the paths...but in way too differently.....here was I preparing for my own destruction...marrying my so called father's keep...saving my mum...there was she desperately in need of work for her mother's life.. disguised herself as a guy...and landing in my life yet again...we were similar in terms having pain...yet different in way of dealing them...living under the same roof that to be in the same room...but not as a wife rather as a servant whose quarter had a living army of mice... eventually she was appointed by my botox vixen wife as my spy but little did she know that she was appointed my strongest shield who never thought twice in saving me or my family...she saved from death...got stabbed while saving my mum...even falsely swear on her god to protect me from the evil....she did all this without any of her self interest except for me being safe....but for all her sacrifices and selfless deed I gave her bitter words when her identity was revealed...if somebody else would have been in her place that person would have hated me from the core but she NEVER ...regardless of all the hateful bitter words I got was her patience... compassion...and care.....I kept testing her...tested my own insecurities... Tested her loyalty...her faith...and even her character.....and just like Sita's agnipariksha she passed every challenge with grace and without a sigh...she had faith that one day she will be loved the way she loves me....she was sure that one day she will be able to break through the walls I have built for myself...and finally the battle between her faith and my obstinacy her faith won her love won...

Haan hum badalne lage Girne sambhalne lage

Jab se hai jaana tumhein Teri ore chalne lage

Indeed her patience and forbearance worked....her love changed my words...she proved that love was not a deal of exchanging heart and bear pain....in her presence I found the solace which I used to search in the pool of drugs....

She was the drug herself...less hazardous but way too intoxicating....the drug I had the genuine need for....the escape from the troubling world was her embrace...where all my worries became a mere illusion....just non-existent....

The lifely experiences had shown the most dreadful sight of living...the trembling relations of my parents... dysfunctional family...money minded relationships...so much to turn me into an atheist...a non believer....a ruthless person..and she...she was my antonym...just opposite...no matter what life has thrown on her she has took that with grace and dignity....she fought with her circumstances with elegance and found her happiness in every little things...she never stopped believing that one day everything will be fine...just alright...she never gave up...and she never accepted her defeat...she fought with the world...she fought with me...my anger...my ignorance...my obstinacy...and finally won over me........ the head which refused bowed infront of the creator....bowed for her.... probably because..

Uski Aahat ke Bina yeh Dil dhadakta nahi...uske Bina yeh saanson ka Karwan Ruk jaye ga....main khuda ke saamne bhi sar uthaye ghoomta hoon...par uska Naam goonja...mera sar jhuk jayega....

Har safar har jagah....Har kahin ban gaye

Maante thhe Khuda....Aur haan wahi ban gaye

When she became the reasons for my existence I didn't even know...it's just that she became the reasons for the oscillation of my breath...the rhythm of my heart...my mornings began with her prayer bells ringing in my room...she turned an atheist into a theist and became my God....the only person after my mum and daadi to whom I can now down without a shame and with extreme respect...

. Eventually daadi's words proved to be true...she was indeed my Takkar wali...the Dabangg one who has the audacity to look straight into my eyes and show me the mirror...the one who scolds me when I m wrong...the one who claims her right on me with full authority....who is not afraid to be blunt and straight forward.... chirpy one who hops around me calling me in the most melodious voice Omkaraji....filling my empty canvas with the most vibrant colours....she is the one who has turned Black and white Omkara Singh Oberoi into eastman color Omkaraji...life was never this colourful...An elusive person like me would be so much expressive in terms of love that every other day would be the main centre of all the blushful teasings...from the youngest to the eldest member of the house...

love changes a person...either for good or for bad...and the the change I had was definitely for the best...I still remember...it was me only who used to lock myself up into my studio just to avoid the confrontations of the problems from the world....I was the one who never used to put across complaints.... I was never a attention seeker as a child also...since childhood I was well versed with living in my own world of lonliness...but things are entirely different now....

I have become what Gauri says...A cranky complaint child...who always wants her around him... The attention seeker....and I have accepted that title shamelessly...and still maintains its demeanor...

hansi ban gaye....Haan nami ban gaye

Tum mere aasmaa....Meri zameen ban gaye

And yes unapologetically I have also accepted that I m the...over possessive Singh Oberoi...when it comes to her though she gets annoyed by my behaviour...but I love when I get her undivided attention... because she is just for me...only...and only for me....for me to cherish....for me to love her unconditionally...to bear all the tantrums that I throw on her....she is made exclusively for me....the missing puzzle of my life...

Though she always says that omkaraji ke Bina Gauri ka koi astitva nahi....but somewhere she also know the truth that in this relationship I am the more emotionally dependent one...a little more clingy...it's more like...Gauri ke Bina omkara adhoora hai..

. Similarly as goddess Parvati rejuvenated and brought back lord Shiva from his depressing isolation through penance...she also brought me to light from depressing darkness through her love and patience....from reviving my inspiration for my art....to becoming my muse....she traveled a long path moulding a better person...a better artist from that old dark and shady oso... every stroke of my brush is for her and depicts her...like tracing my inspiration from her different variants....from blazing as fire when angered....to being calm and patient as sea...from being fearless like a lioness...to the one who scatteres with my single touch....from jealous...to ignorant....to being hell possessive....from naive to nymphomaniac...she is something that is still indecipherable....the name of my virtue...and definition of my life....

Pehchaante hi nahi ab log tanha mujhe

Meri nigaahon mein bhi hai dhoondte wo tujhe

Paglait Majnu chirota....this is what Rudra called me when I shifted my art studio to OBEROI MANSION just to be around her... And eventually became the reason for a cat fight between the Billu and Billi of the house...as a repercussionof the fight first I had to face the wrath of the SSO then the tornado that was waiting for me in my very room inthe form of my beloved little wife...I was literally saved by an inch from her special Bareilly wala jhaap...but I also knew how to control that little violent tornado with a single touch...even after spending so many erotically sleepless nights moaning eachother's name like a chant dipped in the syrup of passion lust and love...the nights when love danced on the beats of carnality....when the burning desires fought for dominance...when nakedness broke the bounds of shame...and made a blissful love......that touch affected her in the same way as it was on first night...the way she melt in my arms...reacts to the touch and trails of kisses...encourages me to love her...worship her... depicting the form of Eros quivering under me igniting my flames of varocity...she destroys me with the flames she has in her...and the passionate nights alway came with a blissful mornings...her face glowing by the aftermath of the desires of night..

.she is true blessing I could have ever asked for...the guardian Angel..who healed my wounds leaving no scars through the magic of her love....and made me indebt of her...the debt I won't be able to return in any of these upcoming seven births...and frankly I don't even want to because I want her and only her in each and every birth... Just for her I want to be selfish.....just for her because I want her... I want her to be there always ....to fill my empty spaces... To complete me... To hold me when I stumble and to make me fall in love...deeper...and deeper...and deeper....

Hum the dhoondhte jisse...vo kami BANGAYE...

Tum mere ishq ki sar Zameen BANGAYE....

Haan Hasi BANGAYE....Haan nami BANGAYE...

Tum mere aasmaan...meri Zameen BANGAYE...

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