Chhupana Bhi Nahin Aata {Don’t Even Know To Hide}

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
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Chhupana Bhi Nahin Aata – Lyrics and Translation {Hindi to English}

Chupana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to hide it
Chupana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to hide it
Jatana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to express it
Humein tumse mohabbat haiThat I’m in love with you
Batana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to tell you {that}
Chupana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to hide it
Jatana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to express it
Humein tumse mohabbat haiThat I’m in love with you
Batana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to tell you {that}
Chupana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to hide it
Jatana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to express it
Hatheli par tumhara naamYour name on my palm
Likhte hai mitate haiI write it and then I erase it
Hatheli par tumhara naamYour name on my palm
Likhte hai mitate haiI write it and then I erase it
Tumhi se pyar karte haiI’m in love with you but
Tumhi se hi kyun chupate haiI hide the same from you
Tumhi se hi kyun chupate haiI hide the same from you
Jubaan pe baat hai lekinThe words are on my lips, but
Sunana hi nahi aataDon’t even know how to utter them
Humein tumse mohabbat haiThat I’m in love with you
Batana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to tell you {that}
Chupana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to hide it
Jatana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to express it
Mohabbat kaise karte haiHow to be in love!
Koi toh humko samjhayeCan someone just explain that to me
Mohabbat kaise karte haiHow to be in love!
Koi toh humko samjhayeCan someone just explain that to me
Kahin aisa na ho keWhat if such a thing happens
Pyar bin umar kat jaayeThat without love, age/lifetime is spent
Pyar bin umar kat jaayeThat without love, age/lifetime is spent
Tumse milne ka koiTo meet up with you
Bahana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to come up with excuses
Humein tumse mohabbat haiThat I’m in love with you
Batana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to tell you {that}
Chupana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to hide it
Jatana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to express it
Chori chori chupke chupkeHiding-hiding and secretly-secretly
Tumko dekha karte hai{I} Keep staring at you
Chori chori chupke chupkeHiding-hiding and secretly-secretly
Tumko dekha karte hai{I} Keep staring at you
Haal-e-dil sunane seTo express the condition of the heart
Na jaane kyun darte haiDon’t know why {I} feel afraid
Na jaane kyun darte haiDon’t know why {I} feel afraid
Kitna pagal dil hai meraHow mad is my heart!
Manana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to pacify it
Humein tumse mohabbat haiThat I’m in love with you
Batana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to tell you {that}
Chupana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to hide it
Jatana bhi nahi aataDon’t even know how to express it

13 Comments

  1. 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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    1. 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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