New Town for me, New Mountain Range
Everything was so magical and strange
You and your innocent smile
One look at you is enough to fuel, my run of a thousand mile
No mountain can be happy without rain
Beauty of morning in the mountains is so difficult to explain
Mountain is also an ardent admirer of the Moon
If Mountain is happy, no traveler can be allowed to sleep at noon
While living on Mountain, there was always a brilliant shine in your eye
I always thought you are a spirit, who appeared from the sky
The way you used to walk and talk
I spied on you like Sherlock
Never sad, never showing any mood swing
Maybe because you were a divine something
Living with bison and mountain tiger
Every weekend exploring the jungle with your father
Standing beneath every waterfall
In winters hiding behind a very thin Kashmiri shawl
You boasted of watching most sunrise and sunset
From a mountain top, not even one-tenth of Everest
The expert commentator on shrubs and flowers
Telling their curing power for hours
Knowing every river and lake
Glorifying every village of jungle dwellers and harmless snake
Slow cycling on the zigzag road
Always in full happiness mode
Laughing with every detractor
Sometimes I thought of you as a versatile actor
Trying every moment to be with friends
Very fast to make amends
But whatever is begotten and born, always die
That happy world soon disappeared behind the sky
I always wondered which town or city is hiding you
Does your face pop up on Facebook or Yahoo
Which songs are you singing
Million things about you I was thinking
I wear terrible clothes and grew very fat
Since we last met
You will be shocked and surprised to see me
But except for appearance, do not fear the new me
You may not like the way I grew old
Not half as lively and bold
Hope you still shine as silver and gold
Do you fly a plane or make heaven of someone’s household?
With dim eyes, I still see your face in the crowd of stars
You are the biggest part of my memoir
If any old friend talks about me or someone like me
Never rush for contacting me
My soul aged with my skin and bone
My lungs fight the battle of breathing alone
I have made a cathedral of you in mind
Where I will worship all my friends , when I will turn blind
I sing your name like a song
But my voice is feeble and not so strong
Only because of your absence, I became so old
Now you will never see me young and bold
No one has the key to their own mind
Yet what you always thought of me I will try and find
I could never get rid of my pain
My life was brutal hot summer,you came as thunderstorm and icy rain