"*****
hume sunaakar daastan pariyon ki
gaye khud sapno ke jahaan mein,
wo neendein chura gaye hamari
saza unhe hum de na paaye
nazaarein dikha gaye hamari nazaron se unhe wo,
unki shaame kati unhi yaadon ke saaye mein
ye bhi kya saza kam hogi..
ke yaad aaenge hum unhe har shaam har seher mein
*****"
Well... I penned it down cos I couldn't do anything more
constructive at 2 in the morning after being woken up
by a phone call. I ain't complaining about the phone
call.. infact, it was a bolt from the past. Yea, wouldn't
even call it a flash cos it was more than that. I am sure you
must have felt what I am feeling right now... when you don't
expect something to go from the 'past tense' to 'present tense'..
that something you had will never come back again or things
will be as they were earlier or the way you left them.
So it definitely feels nice to talk to a long lost friend :-)
My poem above is an ode to the one below:
Without you nearby
I am lost
Yet I am home
Life is a paradox.
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