Bring me back to life to those summer times
I still live here; in your head
These recent times might have made me soft
But I ain’t dead.
When we ran on those lanes where we belonged
And fell together and bled
When the coffee tasted sweeter & the movies more intriguing
Where waters ran deeper
And low moments fleeting
Where cuss words were more & rarely meant
Where most problems were dealt with hands
Take me back, friend. Lets not pretend.
Where brotherhood meant more than real blood
Where force was all we needed to free the unstuck
Where we gave no flying mother flying fucks
Morning parathas & evening soda shop “jaams”
Subah me jaari ar shaam me saang
Where the real luxury vehicles were our black scooties
Where we spoke broken English but still called our crush out loud as “are cuutie!”
Triplings the norm, us kings of heart
No one dumb enough to sabotage us apart.
The birds flew free & the soil smelled of home
Smoke in the air & wind in the songs
Take me back where I belong
Take me back……
home.
मंच 