Down the memory lane, Memorable Moments, Poetic thoughts, Summer

A few words on what has gone and changed

What can be more hurtful than going to your hometown and not being able to find your way about? Well, this thing happens with me a lot nowadays. The urban concept of big shopping complexes, retail chains, supermarkets etc have changed the very face of my once quiet and peaceful city.

Added to it the woes of the known-turning-into-unknown areas and this poem came to me, just out of the blue. Guess it was forming itself somewhere inside me all this while…

जिन गलियों से मैं हर रोज़ गुज़रती थी 
आज उनका चेहरा नया और जुदा है 
ऊंची इमारतें आ गयी अब वहां पर   
खेलते हुए जहाँ मेरा बचपन गया है 
नुक्कड़ की वो छोटी सी कैंडी की दूकान 
बड़े से एक मॉल में कहीं खो गयी है 
रास्ते बढे और बढ़ी गाड़ियां भी 
मंजिलें न जाने क्यूँ परायी सी हुई हैं 
भला है आगे बढ़ना, बड़े सपने बुनना 
और उससे भी भला है उनको सच करके रहना  
पर तरक्की के साथ में जो पीछे छूट जाते 
ज़रूरी है उन सौगातों को सहेज के रखना 

You may also like...


  1. Beautiful poem Varsh and so very true. It does get hard to not find your way through road you grew up playing in! 😐

    1. Isn’t it? I was shocked when I couldn’t identify the roads I took everyday once. 🙁

    2. Thanks Comfy 🙂

Liked what you read? Tell me. Thanks!