ek purana mausam lauta :)

yeah, indolence makes you do silly things sometimes and before you realize they turn out to be very interesting.
i was bored in office (as usual) i went through all my scraps  :)
from beginning [in orkut]


yeah yeah it sounds very mundane and silly...but i had so much fun. there are scraps from 2006 from people i do not even remember and what good rapport i seem to have shared with them.
on the other hand i have other friends who have stood through thick and thin.
there are people seem to have spoken to at length who don't feature in my friend's list anymore...whom i don't remember...i have links in my scrap book which are obsolete :)
i seem to have had long discussions spanning pages but i cant seem to recall the thought that sparked them.
i have been spoken to in code languages which supposedly had made me laugh and i cannot make the head and tails of it :P


like a trip down memory lane.
i felt so good about myself..like i have found myself with others, from others.
like i have been loved all along...lived all along...like there was a past and today will pass and one day again in future when i am bored i will look at this post of mine and again reminisce my days.


this probably is what old people think when they see pictures...when parents see their children grow up.
and suddenly the homesickness disappears and is replaced with a nostalgic-content-happy me :)




and i am reminded of this gazal...
 
     ek puraana mausam lauTa, yaad bhari purvayi bhi
aisa to kam hi hotha hai, wo bhi ho tanhaayee bhi

yaadon ki bauchaaroN se jab palke bheegne lagti hai
kitni soundi lagthi hai tab maanjhi ki ruswaee bhi

do do shakleN dikthi haiN is behke se aayine meiN
mere saath chala aaya hai aapka ik saudayee bhi

khamoshi ka haasil bhi ik lambi si kamoshi hai
unki baath suni bhi humne, apni baat sunayi bhi


..smiling...

Comments

  1. like a picture taken in your mind forever...i deleted my account after that :D

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  2. lovely poem this is awesome i loved it really.

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