Sleep

and many days later
when i woke from that ephemeral sleep
the winds were stale, the clouds dark
in my heart a sadness deep
those days gone by
in concious sublime
now the painfull return
in their world not mine
sitting in this same small room
smoking the days last joint
wondering how true they said
time goes in circles round
each hour brings forth with it
nothing but the old times around
this stream seldom ceases
to play as it likes
i refused to believe
just closed my eyes
and many days later
when i woke from that ephemeral sleep
the winds were stale
the clouds dark
in my heart a sadness deep

Remebrance of things past

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste

Strangely just about seven years after leaving an old school in the quite cantontment area of a small city which reminded one of the old sluggish days of Raj, when compared to now time just stood still so that all the yet to be distinguished alumuni could play footbal with stones the whole afternoon or skip pages of newspaper standing in the library or have another kreamy icecream in paltry 2 rs to keep a healthy competetive count or pursue an odd maiden beauty with an innocent fantasy all through the recess and million other stupid things with a slight intuition that you are allowed to be stupid here with nobody expectiong you to burn the the stage with your exceptional talent, motivational levels, enthusiasm, sincerety blah blah.....i fumbled upon a site dedicated to that long lost school of mine and all those days of innocence, of waking early religiously every day, of cycling to the school in cold freezing winter days, of standing in the assembly and not listening one thing what the prinicpal was saying, which could change our lives radically atleast according to him, of running to the senior biology lab just to catch a glimpse of a human skeleton and trembling in fear afterwards, of our daily single fights, of everything that seems just a distant memory now.
Perhaps its a human tragedy that our past is just an old insignificant memory.....only rememberd in trifle incidents, in patches here and there, nothing more......
Perhaps many years from now
when i will look back and see
there would be nothing of my life
just some distant memories........................

ZINDA SHAYAD........

MAUSAMON KI UNHI TANHIYAOH MAIN
AAJ FIR APNE KO AKELA PA
UNHI RAAHON MAIN UNHI SHAMMON MAIN
AAJ FIR KISI APNE KE BINA
GAR TERI YAAD AATI HAI TOH
APNE HI SONEPAN KE SAATH
BAATEIN KAR KAR KE
ZABAH TAK REH JAATI HAI TOH
SARD SE IS RAAT MAIN
YEH THANDI HAWA BHI SUKON PAHUNCHATI
HAI TOH
ZINDAGI SI IS ZID KE AAGE
MERI HAAR HO JATI HAI TOH
HANSO HAA KI SACH HAI YEH
AAJ BHI TERI YAAD AATI HAI TOH