There was a time when dreams we’d weave.. With faith in loved ones, we’d believe. In moonlit nights, we’d find our way, Whether the moon was whole or halfway.
A glass of water, oh how it did sparkle, Half empty or full, it didn’t matter, not a wrinkle. While our mother’s lullaby did soothe, Her voice melodious or off-key, It couldn’t remove.
Playing with toys dad brought us near, Cheap or expensive, neither did we fear. Neighbor Aunt’s rotis, oh how we’d savor, Waiting patiently for her call like a good neighbor.
But today, our dreams are just about nil, We use society’s scales to judge, t’is ill. Moon has blemishes, say it ain’t so, Glass of water half empty, it’s a heavy blow.
Our mother’s voice is now so hoarse, Dad no longer knows how to buy toys, an unmissable course. Neighbor aunt, she’s gone, trouble does this brew, The silence left behind, it feels untrue.
My lovely alleys, my dear town, Where have you gone, all my smiles do you drown?
Vo bhi ek Waqt tha…. Jab hum sapne dekha karte the….
Sapno par bhi bharosa tha… Apno par bhi bharosa tha…
Hamesha Chaandni raat ki Roshni dekhi….
Ye nahi ki Chaand aadha hai ya poora….
Kaach ka chamakta hua glass aur usme paani dekha…
Ye nahi ki aadha khaali hai ya aadha bhara….
Raaton ko Maa ki Loriya suni…
Ye nahi ki Awaaz me sur hai ya besuri….
Papa ke laaye hue khilono se khelna seekha
ye nahi ki khilone saste hai ya mehnge
pados ki taaiji ke haath ki bani hui rotiyan khai..
Ye nahi ki unke bulane ka intezaar kia..
Aaj sapne sakaar nahi bekaar hote dikh rahe hai..
Kyuki hum apno ko is samaaz ke taraazu se tol rahe hai..
Chaand par daag dikhai dete hai..
Paani ka glaas bhi aadha bhara hai..
Maa ki awaaz me kharaash aa gayi hai..
papa ko to khilone lena hi nahi aata hai..
Pados me ab koi Taaiji nahi rehti, Ek dum sannata sa ho gaya hai..
Vo meri pyaari galiyaan, vo mera pyara shehar, Na jaane kaha kho gaya hai..
Vo meri pyaari galiyaan, vo mera pyara shehar, Na jaane kaha kho gaya hai..
Written & Composed by: Parul Sharma