Kaun sachha kaun jhootha yeh samajh na thi
Jab bina baat muskurahat humesha chehre pe rehti thi...
How beautiful the innocence of childhood in your words Mani (am I correct?)---
Pedon par jhoole humare dil ko bhaate the
Doston se jhagde pal bhar mein bhool jaate the!
How tender these expressions are ... a memory that drenches us under the windfall of those long-forgotten experiences! My eyes traveled down the past track, started to pick up those forgotten dreams laid there for long. We all knew this path, once traversed with life's aspirations!
Laut sakte agar hum us samay mein fir se
Apnon ko apnepan ka ehsaas kaash hum de paate
Zindagi ka khaleepan kuch kam kar paate
Dard-e-dil ko aansuon se kuch to dho paate
Saw the pain ... a longing for innocence, a rejection for hard-earned knowledge, that urge to turn back to witness that floral garden, once again to sway the quivering thoughts with those smiling flowers over that empty swing ...just want to put my hands around this feeling as if to safeguard myself from dripping into life's hard truths!
While reading this, every reader will smile wistfully while the eyes moving forward following the lines! Thank you for painting the vast expanses of childhood so beautifully with words---no painter could have re-created what you've created with words more convincingly.đ¤