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Dear Kabira

Dear Kabira,

I don't know what's perfect, the lyrics or the feelings you say which I fail to express. Sometimes you meet some songs that melt you from the places you are afraid to touch.

Re Kabira Maan Jaa (ą¤°ą„‡ ą¤•ą¤¬ą„€ą¤°ą¤¾ मान जा)
Re Faqeera Maan Jaa (ą¤°ą„‡ ą¤«ą¤¼ą¤•ą„€ą¤°ą¤¾ मान जा)
Aaja Tujhko Pukaare Teri Parchhaaiyan (ą¤†ą¤œą¤¾ ą¤¤ą„ą¤ą¤•ą„‹ ą¤Ŗą„ą¤•ą¤¾ą¤°ą„‡ ą¤¤ą„‡ą¤°ą„€ ą¤Ŗą¤°ą¤›ą¤¾ą¤ˆą¤Æą¤¾ą¤)

Your heart just can't stop beating for the lines that play with all the untouched memories you have. Loneliness engulfs you, it tears you part by part and this song just makes you feel everything you hide from the world. This song calls you to be back home and realise your home needs you. It questions why do you want to wander for answers when your home is right there in front of you? Your shadow is calling you back. Come home.

Tooti Chaarpaai Wohi (ą¤Ÿą„‚ą¤Ÿą„€ चारपाई ą¤µą¤¹ą„€)
Thandi Purvaai Rasta Dekhe, (ą¤ ą¤‚ą¤”ą„€ ą¤Ŗą„ą¤°ą¤µą¤¾ą¤ˆ ą¤°ą¤øą„ą¤¤ą¤¾ ą¤¦ą„‡ą¤–ą„‡)
Doodhon Ki Malaai Wohi (ą¤¦ą„‚ą¤§ą„‹ą¤‚ ą¤•ą„€ मलाई ą¤µą¤¹ą„€)
Mitti Ki Suraahi Rasta Dekhe (ą¤®ą¤æą¤Ÿą„ą¤Ÿą„€ ą¤•ą„€ ą¤øą„ą¤°ą¤¾ą¤¹ą„€ ą¤°ą¤øą„ą¤¤ą¤¾ ą¤¦ą„‡ą¤–ą„‡)

This song gives beautiful metaphors to realise everything is the same. But it's awaiting for you. Where are you lost? What is making you wait to feel that you need yourself back? Your heart is showing you the right direction but you are being lost.

Mast Maula, Mast Kalander (ą¤®ą¤øą„ą¤¤ ą¤®ą„Œą¤²ą¤¾, ą¤®ą¤øą„ą¤¤ कलंदर)
Tu Hawa Ka Ek Bavandar (ą¤¤ą„‚ हवा का ą¤ą¤• बवंऔर)
Bujh Ke Yun Andar Hi Andar (ą¤¬ą„ą¤ą¤•ą„‡ ą¤Æą„‚ą¤ ą¤…ą¤Øą„ą¤¦ą¤° ą¤¹ą„€ ą¤…ą¤Øą„ą¤¦ą¤°)
Kyun Reh Gaya (ą¤•ą„ą¤Æą„‚ą¤ रह गया)

It blends you to realise how much everything has changed in you. It says that you are like the storm but you still feel empty. Your heart is giving up. You are trying hard to feel everything people tell you but something is missing. A part of yours is still trying to find the answers.

Re Kabira maan jaa (ą¤°ą„‡ ą¤•ą¤¬ą„€ą¤°ą¤¾ मान जा...)
Re fakeera maan jaa (ą¤°ą„‡ ą¤•ą¤¬ą„€ą¤°ą¤¾ मान जा...)

Kabira is that song, that comfort, that loneliness, that half written poetry, blends you and makes you travel to the world where you just want to express how much you are missing yourself. Tochi Raina and Rekha Bhardwaj's voice mixes emotions and makes you feel each line like the strong wind on a hot scorching day. 

This song has its beauty that will stay forever in people's hearts. Kabira will always be an escape from the world where smiles are plastered and hearts are broken. Just like how Bunny felt when he realised he had to choose between his dreams and Naina, he visited every corner of his heart to find the missing part. He found his home and maybe Kabira song is here to guide us to our home.


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  1. Yes, it's calling for home, it's calling us back to the world where there is joy, love, peace and especially the warmth.. it's the song that takes you to a dream world a world that is just seen by you and only you .. best song to hide feelings.
    This song is special and would always remain special šŸ’–

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