London must be the land of young hearts!
Yesterday, the evergreen hero of Bollywood, Dev Anand,
Passed away there…
He was just 88!
Some months ago, the legendary painter, M.F. Husain,
Too died there.
He was only 95!
And, both these maestros lived like teens
Till they gave out their last breath…
They dreamed big dreams… young and childlike dreams;
They loved life… the bright and vibrant side of it;
Their hearts remained tender, romantic
And untouched by the weariness of the passing time…
Yes, Dev Anand and M.F. Husain,
Both, died with twinkle in their eyes,
Boots on their feet…
And romance in their hearts!
And, they, both, died in London…
The land of young hearts.
Age is only in the mind…
Age is only for the body…
The mind becomes tired and the body gets wrinkles…
But, the heart – the heart of a zestful soul –
Plays forever like the little kids do,
Sings forever the way the teens do.
My heart doesn’t age…
If it did, the golden rainbows would have long stopped
Looming over my heart,
The autumn leaves would’ve long ceased
To cause a blaze of longing in my heart;
I wouldn’t have looked at the crescent moon and cried the way I do;
When the evening breeze dances over my shoulders,
I wouldn’t have heard these lovely songs and felt so, so good.
If the heart got wrinkles,
My laughter would’ve been bereft of all joy,
My eyes would’ve been sad and resigned…
If my heart had aged,
The rain would’ve been only rain…
And not this Dance of Gods that I am able to still witness, now!
My heart still longs for the warmth of an angel,
Still dreams to build those castles in the air,
Still makes a promise to fill the night of my beholder
With the twinkle of a trillion silver stars!
My heart still skips some beats…
It still ebbs as the moon moves by…
Still believes in a promise.
Yes, when that day comes,
Like the legends who died in London,
My heart still hopes to die
Forever remaining young...
And, leave behind this legacy of love!