Sun- please Shine....

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the writer's out of hibernation on the blogspot!

with the blank mind and some music in ears...
..a song from the movie socha na tha:  '...mera tumhara.......'

i wish to rewind back the life, or fast forward it into the future- grown old and withered....
wish to see all those faces again- and my imaginations....

why did the lives changed, diverging on the paths of some strangely obtuse angles....

i wish to call them, pick the cellphone, search there number and just on the onset of pressing the green button- gets lost in the transition of what to talk- or what if am just being the one poking in some busy lives- and such thousand thoughts. . .

am always being told- "don't think...just do......", i wonder why this lesson isn't creeping into me.
the nights go all blue, and all day i go hysterical laughing!

cleaning each day, and again the cobwebs of gloominess reappear.

then i look back and it all seems to be re-assuring.

I tell myself my own stories of survivals and come out to be strong, and the very next moment feels fragile enough to be broken with just a touch.

i remember each of those days, each person i met come across the mind and the ones i was most close to.....and estranged now.....i miss that warmth....

..and i wonder if they remember me back the same way like i do.......
..do they ever see me smiling deep down the memory lane, like i see them always....


....
those countless desires---
to travel; to read; to teach; to grow; to learn. . . .something's been on a halt. . . and am afraid to confront that.

..miss each place i have been to, each place that gifted me with loads of memories while parting-
Bangalore- the rains, the park, birds..and the low flying areoplanes..and the new found me...;
Noida- the summers that couldn't ever be that fun like it was in 2010...and i preserve each sophisticated moment i lived...
Delhi- the metros..CP...and fun each day...

..and  many  such  known  unknown  worlds....





...something's being lost...tell me what......?


song..again from socha na tha......title track.....

Comments

  1. UnknownJanuary 20, 2012 at 12:28 AM

    great lines again....abhi ye song to sunna hi padega

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  2. SwatiJanuary 20, 2012 at 12:38 AM

    ..yup..!
    nice songs they are..! :)
    thanks to VB..! ;)

    ReplyDelete

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