What is it I hear after a gong is struck? After the actual music disappears….
Should I call it an echo?
The sound waves are lost, but not quite...they seem to reverberate again, and once again…
I hear them in my ears or do I hear them inside my head?....
Do I really hear them at all….or do I just feel them?
Floating around a long time after the sound of music has actually passed…
Some memories are exactly like these gongs.
They come back again and again, even if they have happened in the long past
I seem to hear and see them so clearly…
and feel them in my heart too …
They reverberate inside me and leave me enchanted...
And I wish nothing else but to go back there just once more,
Just once more to those beautiful childhood days….
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Who wouldn’t want to go back to those carefree and jolly days?
Days which were spent playing hide and seek,
Catching butterflies with huge saucers…
Scouring snails in abandoned houses....
Of all the naughty stuff done..some caught and some uncaught….
For that unblemished laughter, for that limitless fun….
After growing up, not many will get the opportunity to find them back.
If you do find it, it is priceless.
Subadra kumari chauhan has expressed this longing beautifully in her Hindi poem
Bar bar aati hai mujko, madhur yaad bachpan teri,
Chinta rahit khelna khaana vaha phirna nirbhay swachand
Kaise bhula jaa saktha hai bachpan ka atulit aanand.
Unlike subhadra kumari chauhan, who found her childhood again in her daughter,
I too found my childhood, but elsewhere….
Though for a short while, it made me nostalgic and I felt like a kid once more…
How and when?
Coming up in the next post….stay tuned.
2 comments:
This was one of my fav poems in Hindi...so where have u found ur childhood...in that play???
This is one of the poems which I adore and have based my life on :).. still kid at heart....will wait for your next blog when you will raise the curtains....!!! happy blogging :)
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