As the day passes by..
in the cosy sarai..
potentially waiting, for a cup of chai..
I heave out .. and.. sigh.
eras have passed it seems..
leaving this place untouched..
its the same old gali
the same old nukkad...
radhe radhe..says the little boy
offering me the magical words
along with a kulhhad full of chai
breathing through the vintage halls..
this city of magic.. the city of lords
brajbhoomi.. where Gods were born
the touch of 'now' is seeping in
tones of a bhajan..emanate..
as the mobile rings..
loudspeakers blaring the new hit remix
kajrare kajrare.. tere kare naina krishna..
.. :)
here i belong..
it is here that i am from..
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This is beautiful.
Aur yeh hindi mein hota toh aur bhi uttam hota...
Very verily you have listed the ironies in Vrindavan. The juxtaposition of the old and the new, and the sight it creates.
Radhe! Radhe!
PS: Waise kya tum sach mein vrindavan se ho?
coming to india in a month. boy can't wait. i love it when anyone talks about india. it gets me soo impatient
@aakaash: well waise to hum mumbai ke hain.. par my parents are originally from vrindavan..and well.. hence, so am I.
@ravali: ..me tooo.. goin home in a month :D
never been there...but you make its aura come out with words...
nice to hear that you will be home soon...
Aap mumbai se hokar bhi, 'hum' shabd ka upyog kar rahi hain! yeh dekh kar achambha hua humein.
And next month to mumbai? Too bad, i'll have left mumbai by then.
though it wd hardly make any difference to you.
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