Kabhi Kabhie (कभी कभी)

"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 l enter her life?"

"From waking dawns to sunset dusks.."

"..by what right do l take from her the moments that are hers?"

"ln a moment, my poetry will be sung."

"ln a moment, my story will have ended."

"For only a moment, l will live in ecstasy."

"For l have only a moment to live my youth."

"ln a moment, my poetry will be sung."

"ln a moment, my story will have ended."

"For only a moment, l will live in ecstasy."

"For l have only a moment to live my youth."

"ln a moment, my poetry will be sung."

"Many have come before me."

"Many before me ha?e sung their songs."

"Some sang their sorrows, some sang their hearts out."

"They lived their moment as l live mine."

"Tomorrow, we will separate."

"But for this moment, l'm yours."

"ln a moment, my poetry will be sung."

"Tomorrow, there will come another."

"ln search for the new couplet. ln search of the fresh blossom."

"Some will be better poets than l am.."

"Some better listeners than you make."

"ln 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."

Autograph, please?

My autograph? - Yes.

Your verses are so touching.

Did you like it?

Very much. Please..

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.

What is my name?

l look at you, and l think l have forgotten my own name.

Write something...for me.

What's your name?

Pooja (Worship).

Then maybe l shall call myself the priest.

Your eyes...have you ever looked into your eyes?

What?

Anything special?

One look into those eyes, and one wishes one could relate.

"ln silence l shall worship you."

"Though what l seek l may not have."

"To me the object of my worship, Pooja."

Amit.

"Your hand in mine makes every journey pleasant."

"Success enough is for me if l win your love."

"This question that l ask of you.."

"Answer me not if you will not."

"But hidden in your silence lie.."

"A thousand words speak themselves."

"Every moment in this life l live.."

"Each moment l cherish your beauty."

"Every time your lips part for me, it is the beginning of a new day."

"ln the darkness of your hair. The pleasures of a sensual night."

"Your hand in mine makes every journey pleasant."

Pooja..

At times, this looks like a dream.

Amit..

No, Pooja. No.

Oh, Pooja.

Back in the hostel, they go to bed..

..with your poetry under their pillows.

Some have even married your photographs.

lf 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 fall in love with someone else.

And then they will marry yet someone else.

ls it their fault?

Parents never ask a girl for her opinion.

Girls are forced into marriages.

You won't do that, will you?

l'll let you ha?e the answer after l've asked mom and dad.

ls that a challenge? Or is it a joke?

Are you propositioning? Or are you testing waters?

l just want to be happy in life.

What does it take to make you happy?

Brighten up my e?ery 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, l like it.

"Sometimes."

"My heart tells me."

"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 me."

"My heart tells me at times.."

"Your body, your soul, your eyes are mine."

"The shades 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"

"ln the tunes of the Shehnai (clarinet).."

"We are birds in a nest."

"We are to fly away one day."

"We will fly far away."

"Which lands will we go to?"

"The dazzle of the colour 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 l?"

"My dear father, the palanquin that will carry me away from you.."

"Will not pass through these doors."

"My dear father, the palanquin that will carry me away from you.."

"Will not pass through these doors."

"Let me go, as if l were a brick in your wall."

"And let me go where l belong."

"Let me go, as if l were a brick in your wall."

"And let me go where l belong."

"We are birds in a nest."

"We are to fly away one day."

"We will fly far away."

"Which lands will we go to?"

"My dear father, the palanquin that will carry me away from you.."

"Will not pass through these doors." - Dear, give your hand.

"My dear father, the palanquin that will carry me away from you.."

"Will not pass through these doors."

"Let me go, as if l were a brick in your wall."

"And let me go where l belong."

"Let me go, as if l were a brick in your wall."

"And let me go where l belong."

"We are birds in a nest."

"We are to fly away one day."

"We will fly far away."

"Which lands will we go to?"

Amit, tell me what should l do.

My parents have arranged my marriage elsewhere.

Had l even mentioned you..

Oh, l can't imagine what they would've done.

There are my parents...and here you are..

l don't know what to do.

Tell me, what am l to do?

l think you should marry him.

Will you forget me?

l'll never forgive myself the day l forget you.

How will l li?e this life?

You'll be a good wife.

And l'll try to become a good human being.

Will you promise me something?

We'd rather not make any more promises.

l'm asking for my right.

Go ahead.

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 l'm calling you "Pooja".

Decided? After due deliberation?

Yes.

May l 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.

l put together a few poems for my first anthology.

l wanted you to ha?e the first copy.

As a gift of my love.

With time and circumstance, this becomes your wedding gift.

My wedding gift. For you.

Were l a poet, l would've written an anthology for you.

Poetry is my weakness.

And this poet in particular. And his anthology..

"Kabhi Kabhie." - "Sometimes".

ln every line, he has poured his heart out.

Pooja..

lf we ever meet or 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 our first night together.

l hear you sing very well.

Will you sing one of these verses?

For our first night together..

"Sometimes."

"My heart tells me."

"Sometimes."

"My heart tells me."