Back to my comfort zone! 90’s music is my happy place. Even the early 2000 had some great music. As much as I enjoy the peppy dance numbers of the present, these songs just warm my heart. They take me to my childhood days and fun times. Remembering school days and teenage years when we obsessively wrote the name of a crush on our palms and kept re-writing it every time it would fade away? I did that too. I sincerely hope that ‘too’ is relevant, phew! Those were innocent times when love was genuinely such a difficult feeling to express. Rainbows, unicorns, butterflies and fireflies would all definitely make an appearance, not instant swipes and hookups like today! My poem is inspired by this Bollywood song ‘ Chhupana bhi nahin aata’ that released in 1993 starring King Khan and Kojol, the top jodi of that time. The movie Baazigar was a hit.{Now, I’m itching to write a poem on the title song! It’ll be hilarious}. Like all Hindi movies I grew up watching, the story is unrealistic and funny. But, it was a super fun movie. Today, when I look at the costumes, I want to ROFL. But, those were songs we danced to and enjoyed!
Chhupana Bhi Nahin Aata {Don’t Even Know To Hide} – poem by Ruelha
I really do not know Though I try not to show Can't even hide it! Can't even fight it! This feeling is so strange I have become deranged I'm so in love with you Every morning, like fresh dew I write your name on my palm Reciting it diligently like a psalm But then, I'm compelled to erase When want I really want to do is embrace At times, I fear my lips will reveal About you, how I really feel But then, I behave like a coward And seal my mouth as if disempowered From my peripheral vision, glances I steal The extent of my courage, such is my ordeal I always live in constant fear From my presence, you may disappear And I'll be left pining for you Although I've been first in the queue Imagining a lifetime of this Waiting for an opportune kiss A lifetime of secret waiting Living in loneliness, just anticipating Isn't my heart mad? And my condition, sad? Focused on you always is my gaze That's how I spend all of my days!
- RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved
Disclaimer: This poem is purely literary. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have a very creative imagination. Most of my poems do not hint at my life/situation. Kindly refrain from drawing such parallels. Much of what I write is purely fictional. Situations and examples may be hypothetical. I have always written from my heart …about topics that I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, melancholic poetry, food, romance, women’s issues, soulful music, narratives etc. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography etc., I feel the need to put up a disclaimer every time I write a romantic/melancholic/intense piece. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a way it was not intended. That is just my humble request. Please note, some of my writings may contain material unsuitable for children. And please excuse typos and minor errors; I don’t really get the time to re-read or edit.
Chhupana Bhi Nahin Aata – Lyrics and Translation {Hindi to English}
| Chupana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to hide it |
| Chupana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to hide it |
| Jatana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to express it |
| Humein tumse mohabbat hai | That I’m in love with you |
| Batana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to tell you {that} |
| Chupana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to hide it |
| Jatana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to express it |
| Humein tumse mohabbat hai | That I’m in love with you |
| Batana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to tell you {that} |
| Chupana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to hide it |
| Jatana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to express it |
| Hatheli par tumhara naam | Your name on my palm |
| Likhte hai mitate hai | I write it and then I erase it |
| Hatheli par tumhara naam | Your name on my palm |
| Likhte hai mitate hai | I write it and then I erase it |
| Tumhi se pyar karte hai | I’m in love with you but |
| Tumhi se hi kyun chupate hai | I hide the same from you |
| Tumhi se hi kyun chupate hai | I hide the same from you |
| Jubaan pe baat hai lekin | The words are on my lips, but |
| Sunana hi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to utter them |
| Humein tumse mohabbat hai | That I’m in love with you |
| Batana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to tell you {that} |
| Chupana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to hide it |
| Jatana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to express it |
| Mohabbat kaise karte hai | How to be in love! |
| Koi toh humko samjhaye | Can someone just explain that to me |
| Mohabbat kaise karte hai | How to be in love! |
| Koi toh humko samjhaye | Can someone just explain that to me |
| Kahin aisa na ho ke | What if such a thing happens |
| Pyar bin umar kat jaaye | That without love, age/lifetime is spent |
| Pyar bin umar kat jaaye | That without love, age/lifetime is spent |
| Tumse milne ka koi | To meet up with you |
| Bahana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to come up with excuses |
| Humein tumse mohabbat hai | That I’m in love with you |
| Batana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to tell you {that} |
| Chupana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to hide it |
| Jatana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to express it |
| Chori chori chupke chupke | Hiding-hiding and secretly-secretly |
| Tumko dekha karte hai | {I} Keep staring at you |
| Chori chori chupke chupke | Hiding-hiding and secretly-secretly |
| Tumko dekha karte hai | {I} Keep staring at you |
| Haal-e-dil sunane se | To express the condition of the heart |
| Na jaane kyun darte hai | Don’t know why {I} feel afraid |
| Na jaane kyun darte hai | Don’t know why {I} feel afraid |
| Kitna pagal dil hai mera | How mad is my heart! |
| Manana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to pacify it |
| Humein tumse mohabbat hai | That I’m in love with you |
| Batana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to tell you {that} |
| Chupana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to hide it |
| Jatana bhi nahi aata | Don’t even know how to express it |
Inhale Peace; Exhale Love. Joy will Follow! - RUELHA 
Beautiful! ❤️🎶
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Thank you AOC 🙂
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My pleasure.
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Oh dear, it’s so beautiful. It’s always a bliss to see your posts. Hope all is well. Sending you much love ❣️❣️🤗🤗
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Thank you sweet lil one. :)All is well….sending some love across xoxo
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SMiLes Dear Rue “Don’t
Go Breaking my Heart”
Oh my my my
HeART Your
Poem Sure Does
Bring Back Fond Memories
of Sweet Sixteen Hehe Yes me
So Naive Innocent And Sweet
So Far Away Yet So Close to
Soul For A Movie Maker
Memory Like Mine
Yet A Year Before this
Song Tammy A Senior in
’75 And me a Freshman at
15 She Was Top Ten
Yet Not Rating
For Beauty
God Yes Intellect
In High Grades Like
me hehe… And Then
After She Graduated
As That Crush Lasted All
Year There Was Red Headed
Anthea Another Top Ten Soon to
Be A Year Older And Of Course Lynn
Who Tied At 11 With me in the Same Grade
As Anthea Yes Was A Year Older Usually in those
Days my FRiEnDS Were Older than me… And Yes
Now I’m Not Sure They Are Still Alive Yet Yes Let’s
Stay Sweet And Innocent Forevernow Why Not Love
Touches Deeper When Soul Spirit HeART Felt Yes!
And Not So Dam As You Say Swipe Right And
Hook-UP So SKiN DEEP Lord That Sounds
Too Much Like Buying A Steak At the
Grocery Store Yet Likely Cheaper
As Steaks are Going For Almost
20 Dollars A Pound Continuing
in Covid-19 Masked Swipe and
Hook-Up Days Oh Goodness
Innocence Lost Now Yet Yes
We Lived in the Lilly White
Pure And Innocent Flower
Age the 70’s! Where What We Really
Looked For Most Was Just Hot-Chocolate
Sitting Close And Holding Hands Under A Blanket
At the Homecoming Game Rooting For the Football Team
to Win Win Win Again… Stand Up Sit Down Fight Fight Fight
Just the
Warmth
Of Love to
Sit Close to
And Only A Dream
For me then That Never
Really Happened Until After
i Graduated From High School then
Yet Again First Love Where i Love You
More No i Love You More No i Love You
More Where it Was Impossible to Hang-Up
(And Texting And Sexting No Where Around)
First Where A Hug Was Forever And There
Would Never Ever Be Separation of Love
Until The Night Sonia Broke my HeART
And it Took Really 33 Years to Mend
Back Again Once Again to
Fully Feel Yes!
Yes the Warmth
Of Katrina’s HeART!
Yet No One Taught
Us Then That The Emotions
Were Still Ours After the Love
Is Gone Still Ours! To Always Keep Warm…!
i Didn’t Realize it Was Actually me! Who Generated!
All those Magical Feelings! They Were All Mine! One Day! to Create Again!..:)
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Yes, even when the love’s gone, the emotion keeps us warm.
That’s a beautiful point, Fred. I agree. It’s situationally dependent though and so complex. But, I like the idea of feeling love and warmth even in the absence of it….well said FRed. 🙂
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Thanks
Dear Rue🙌☺️
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Oh a beatiful post
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Thank you David 🙂
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Take care Ruelha and enjoy 😚😚😚
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Amazingly written 💖🔥🤎🌹
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Thank you Vgeorg 🙂 Those are kind words.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford.
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