Memories

When times of past look like a haze
The time not so behind looks like a different era of my lifetime
There are just the capsules of memories which I live by as it were yesterday but everything else looks long gone by....
Like the rains and winters in JNU, the streets of dharmashala
Memories of Chadni chowk holding a hand so warm,
The winter Sundays in the sunkissed streets of daryaganj
The streets and gullis of khan and Lodhi road in the dark
With my heart glowing in love...
My dizzy head in one just by lane of Lodhi looks not to long ago
The empty balcony and the drumming rain drops
The soothing drag of milds after a long day the long conversations
The million laughter the horrors of times all real but trapped away in a capsule in the past...