रहना तू

तुझे चाहूँ जैसा है तू

मुझे तेरी बारिश में भीगना है, घुल जाना

तुझे चाहूँ जैसा है तू

मुझे तेरी लपट में जलना राख हो जाना

Prasoon Joshi

“Rehna Tu” - Delhi 6

Thus spake the poet Prasoon Joshi

Don't know what's his story

Don't know yet:

Who was haunting him?

Who was his muse?

The Demon or the Deacon Dreary?

But...

Crushed I was by his words' glory

Reminded I was of your sweet gentle memory

Can’t believe I am missing you so much.

I love you so very much that I am hating myself...

PS: Meaning of the above hindi lyrics:

I like you, just the way you are
I want to drench myself in your rain and get dissolved in it..
I like you, just the way you are
I want to get burnt in your flame, and burn away to ashes..

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