My heart craves
for those long lost days...
Kiddy cycles on the run
You and I kicked the bum
God then was uncle’s son
One religion, we were one
Saving the world with a water gun
Vicky was funny, Gaggi was fun
Oiled hair, crazy shorts,
white shirt with a bow
Muddy faces of Lil models
always had a glow
Small pockets, big plans
“Baraf ka Gola” or “Hajmola”
Candy floss or cake pans
Tiny Heads, Big dreams
Busy planning for ice creams
“Hindi hamari maata thi
Humko kuch nahin aata thi”
Played tic tac, we were bored
Teacher shouted, we ignored
King of Excuses , we were crooks
Blaming goats of eating books
Beat us with any stick
Nothing works, skin is thick :)
Homework was for people at home
Dad, do the drawing pls
Maths is for you mom :)
Sweetie pie do the rest,
My sissy iz d besht
Every girl was “Teri Bhabi”
Dad’s scooter, stole the “Chabi”
Go on ninety don’t scare
Down is neutral, up is gear
Lil confusion between brake and clutch
She saw us falling, what d @#%$
Dad’s one tight slap, my ear blushed
Choti si love story
Then n there crushed!
Still remember that football match
Losers pay for samosas
life at stake
Run, dribble, shoot and.. Bingo!
Right on spot
There goes….
Nand uncle’s window!!
Loud sound, I turn around
“Run my friends”
But all you buggers, were already home
I was left alone on the ground
Head o feet I ran away
Hit a cow on the way
Broke a leg, but that was cool
A month off from the school
Aint need money, Aint need fame
Gimme back, My old nick name.
My heart still craves
Give me back, those long lost days
(This one is for a child in us, who refuses to grow up, for life was never more beautiful than those good ‘ol days and once you have been there, you strive to go back to those times. “Dil to bacha hai ji” )
