remember...

Sunset across the seven hills

Mindless whispers

Laughter and games

Simplicity personified

Times that are now lost

In worn yellow pages

Of a forgotten diary

Friendships grown and

Faded into oblivion

Faint colours on a painted canvas

Songs begotten

In a cherished silence

And then lost in chaos

The complexities that

Surround us make way

For more bitterness

Yet, truth still prevails

Among the lush green

Meadows of the Himachal hills

Among the ruins of

Rajput forts and the tales they tell

We only have to look once

With those awestruck eyes

That we were born with

And seen the world as

Infants those fine old days…