As if ages past, I took a boat from the Jhelum Bund to the other bank
The other day
The memories of the school days swelled into moist eyes
The times we friends would take the shikara across the river
Swelled by the passion of the unknown, and for the unknown
That boat ride at the end of school - felt like liberation
To home...
Then there was no foot bridge, distances were big
Times have passed, so much has changed
This city has changed....yes Srinagar has changed..
And today somehow the Bund provoked poetry... in this odd digital age
When our feelings, emotions are supposed to be digital
And I dedicate this to all those friends who would take that boat ride
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Ahsaas hain badle huye, afkaar badal gaye hain
Ya khuda is jahan ke asraar badal gaye hain
Khamoshi ke hang naye, badaloon ka rang juda
Jaise pead paudoon ke naqsh-o-nigaar badal gaye hain
Jazbaat pehle se nahi, khayaal begaane se hain
Nazar nazar kahan hain? Ki eisaar badal gaye hain
Ab aayene aayene nehi, qalam bhi jaise be-qabu
Lafz pehle se nehi, ash’aar badal gaye hain
Pehle sa koyee aqs nehi, saye bhi sab hain mukhtalif
Talib tere shaher ke dar-o-dewaar badal gaye hain
