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There Was A Time


There was a time I used to be young
Sang with the choir when the school bell rung
There was a time when promises were kept
There was a time I wasn't unstrung

There was a time I could name the stars
In Orion's belt and the ones afar
There was a time when my shoes did shine
There was a time I fought for marks

There was a time I loved traveling in trains
In sleeper coaches with betel stains
There was a time when Maggi was cherished
There was a time I danced in the rain

There was a time I used to be rich
10 bucks I'd have, would lend out six
There was a time I tried to be honest
There was a time when I was a snitch

There was a time I knew my F.R.I.E.N.D.S
I shed a tear when "The Last One" ends
There was a time I knew multiplication tables
There was a time I didn't have to pretend

There was a time I had the stomach to
cover the distance that somehow grew
There was a time I used to hate girls
There was a time I used to love you.

Comments

  1. worth waiting for!!!
    aging is a process which suits only wine... and you

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  2. cake khila deta tu aaspaas hota to
    touch kar diya

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  4. Why can't time stay
    Why does it have to fly away

    Loved it, starting from the dateline upto the last line!

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  5. @didi: yeah old and happy i am becoming
    @bish: hehe .. cake due for next time
    @mona: i guess u liked the date line the most :P
    @all: thanku thanku :)

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  6. aaye haaye.

    You should be the Nightingale of East dude :D

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महफ़िलें वही हैं, ये
जाम दूसरा है
बाज़ार है वही, पर
दाम दूसरा है

ख्वाहिशें वही हैं
खुमार दूसरा है
यार भी वही हैं, पर
प्यार दूसरा है

सब कुछ है हूबहू, बस
ख्याल दूसरा है
वो साल दूसरा था, ये
साल दूसरा है

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