Mujhe hai yaad …
Mujhe hai yaad …
..woh ek hansi, woh ek jaagti hui subah
..woh chehra, woh us subah ki kiran
..woh lat, woh us kiran ki chhaanv
..woh kadam, woh ek tez leher
..woh khushboo, woh mehekti fizaa
..woh aankhein, woh kaaynaat hi saari
Mujhe hai yaad …
..woh mera har subah ka intezaar
..woh us pehli kiran ki garmaahat
..woh ek narm chhaanv ka sukoon
..woh tez behti leheron ka junoon
..woh mehekti fizaa ki khushboo
..woh kaaynaat ke rangeen khwaab
Mujhe hai yaad …
..woh subah-subah ki raftaar mein hi beh jaana
..woh dopahar ki dhoop jaise alsaana
..woh hansna aur khilkhila uthna
..woh gupchup doston ki baaton mein din bita lena
..woh cheezein rakh ke kahin aur hi bhula dena
Mujhe hai yaad …
..woh ladna aur jhagadna kissa-e-duniyadaari par
..woh ek si hi samajh hona gham-e-rozgaari par
..woh mujhse kehna tumhara ke kis baat pe chup ho
..woh mera kucch kehna aur kucch na keh paana
..woh hamesha ki tarah tumhara muskura jaana
..woh cheezon ki tarah sab kucch wahan bhula jaana
..woh kehna yun ke bhulaoge nahi tum humko
..woh shart rakhna ke main yaad dilaoon tumko
Mujhe hai yaad…
..woh sab jo kabhi hua tha magar
Main chahta hoon…
..woh sab jo kabhi hua hi nahi
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
I knew you by your name once
I knew you by your name once.
I heard you speaking at the corner of a raised platform and I knew you more.
A third person told me stories about you and my knowledge grew.
My curiosity peaked, but you flew on a jet plane.
I still heard stories about you.
My 2-year vacation came to an end and so did the stories.
I knew you by your name again.
I heard you again on the same platform (in the centre with a tweaked accent) and I knew you more.
A fourth person told me stories about you and my knowledge grew again.
He told me you have a storybook where you scribble everyday.
My curiosity grew againYou were “in transit” and I almost saw the jet plane
Still found a piece of you through “We are the stories we tell”
The storybook tells me now that you’ll again be on the raised platform
And I won’t be there.
The third and the fourth person are close but their stories are old now.
These days, I spend more time with the fifth one, Your storybook.
-wrote this as a comment on someone, but fell in love with myself for writing this, so posted here
I knew you by your name once.
I heard you speaking at the corner of a raised platform and I knew you more.
A third person told me stories about you and my knowledge grew.
My curiosity peaked, but you flew on a jet plane.
I still heard stories about you.
My 2-year vacation came to an end and so did the stories.
I knew you by your name again.
I heard you again on the same platform (in the centre with a tweaked accent) and I knew you more.
A fourth person told me stories about you and my knowledge grew again.
He told me you have a storybook where you scribble everyday.
My curiosity grew againYou were “in transit” and I almost saw the jet plane
Still found a piece of you through “We are the stories we tell”
The storybook tells me now that you’ll again be on the raised platform
And I won’t be there.
The third and the fourth person are close but their stories are old now.
These days, I spend more time with the fifth one, Your storybook.
-wrote this as a comment on someone, but fell in love with myself for writing this, so posted here
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