bachpan k din the ,dil naadaniyon se bhara tha,
kya hoti hai ishq ki kahani, na kch khabar na kch pata tha.
kaun hota hai ladka aur kaun ladki,is fark se anjaan tha,
luka chipi k khel mein kabhi rita kabhi senoreeta ko chua tha.
papa ki maar se bachne k liye maa k aanchal me chup jaya krta tha,
par agar wo khilona chahiye to papa k samne zid pe ad jaya krta tha.
aanchal ka sukh aur khilone k zid aaj kahin peeche jhut gayi hai,
branded jacket aur bhari hui zeb k karan unki ehmiyat nahi reh gai hai.
maa k aanchal ka sukh aane wali peedi kahan le payegi,
kyunki jeans pehenne wali wo maa aanchal kahan se layegi.
khilone ki zid ab aane wali peedi nahi kr payegi,
kyunki professional papa k pass bete k liye tym k kami pad jaegi.
kabhi kheli thi holi mohalle k toli k sang,
bikheri thi khusiyan aur udaye the rang,
aaj bhi mein besabri se holi ka intezar krta hun
fark bas itna hai ki...
tab khusiyon k rang me dubne ka naam hota tha holi
aur aaj is dodti zindagi me kch der rukne ka naam hota hai holi.
tb phodte the phatake aur udate the patang,
seekhte the...
ki hamesha hogi acchai ki jeet aur burai ka unt,
tb ye baatein samjh nai aati thi but lgti thi ekdum correct
aur aaj jab samjh aane lgi hain to hum hi kr dete hain acchai reject nd burai accept
"abe chal aaj race lagayenge"
chutti ki ghanti bajne ka intezar krte the,
cycle se ek dusre se aage nikalne ka khwab bunte the.
sports period mein pasine se lathpat hoke khelte the
aur uske baad
saare k saare us 1 pankhe k neeche mila krte the
us geeli shirt ko pankhe me sukhana aaj bhi yaad aa jata hai
ac ki is nakli hawa se jyada wo pankha chain dilata hai.
Na jane aisi kitni unginat yaadon ko jodkar rakhne ka naam hai mera bachpan
na jane kitne toote hue khilone k liye rone ka naam hai mera bachpan
na jane kitni khushiyon k sagar me dubki lagane ka naam hai mera bachpan
bas itna janta hun k chahkr bhi phirse nahi jee paunga doobara apna bachpan
