Saturday, May 7, 2011

Rummaging through the closet of memories for that familiar, old smell;

For the dog-eared pages from that book of experience;

For the carefully kept wrappers of those gifted smiles;

For the inked words in the dry Chelpark bottle;

For the forgotten taste of Parle Poppins and 'khatta-meetha churan';

For those winter nights that roasted green-peas and potatoes in the bonfire;

For those summer afternoons that waited anxiously for the ice-cream wallah's cart;

For the age gone-by and the world long-lost...

13 comments:

  1. Very thought provoking post... Great job!

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  2. This brings back memories...especially the "chelpark bottle" of inked fingers...and parle poppins...

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  3. loved it..great job..

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  4. it was like pressing F5!!.. well composed!

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  5. loved this poem...really tugs at the heart and mind...especially the last line:

    "For the age gone-by and the world long-lost... "

    very deep...

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  6. @Neha, Wafah, Anonymous and Uzma: Thanks for dropping by! I hope the visits shall be frequent! :-)

    @Himanshu: Ah! That's a nice allusion! Thank you! :-)

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  7. Oh don't worry, the visits are already frequent. Lol, I just don't post every time I visit :) I like your writings in Hindi Nivedita, it helps me practice. I have been in the US since I was a little kid so I can speak Hindi fluently but I rarely get to practice reading or writing it.

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  8. will continue dropping by...u write well, and I appreciate that you share it...

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  10. memories might fade in the mind, but they linger on in the senses. nice use of imagery. is it not a wonder that sometimes, when we think back, we don't really want to remember what happened. rather, we want to remember how it felt. -- this is Aginaya69 BTW. had to remove my earlier post coz i can't edit it.

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  11. Lovely post .. so many beautiful memories :)

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  12. Oh My God,You almost painted my (& most of our generation from that part of the world & the class of society we belong to)childhood. It's so nostalgic that I just had all those moments re-winded in front of my eyes. Thanks a lot for such wonderful poem that You've written..

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