Days of my life

Phir wahi raat hai
Phir wahi raat hai khwaab ki
Ho . . . raat bhar khwaab main, dekhaa karenge tumhe
Phir wahi raat hai . . .

Yesterday, this song wont stop playing in my head . . .
It was like a familiar night . . . same festivities, same places, same people, and the skies were pouring down just the same. Can I be blamed for the nostalgia then?

Just that this time around I had lot less surprises in store. Mayb that's the upside of having being-there-done-that. One is probably better prepared, but another side is that there are always memories (which decide the up and down sides) that come haunting back at every step.

Maasoom si neend main,
Jab koi sapnaa chale
Hum ko bula lena tum, palkon ke parde tale
Ho ye raat hai khwaab ki, khwaab ki raat . . .

Yesterday's were good though, and they usually have been good, coz off late the philosophy has been to live every day to the fullest and as much as possible . . . Now, can anyone blame me for being so dreamy eyed and smiling all the time !!

I know it is easier said than done, I am no expert at it myself. I cry and crib just as much and just as often, but a little effort, no matter how random, to see the better side of things, to remember only that which brings back a smile to the face makes a huge difference in times like these . . . . all the time.

You think my post is inspired by the song, well mayb, it’s a song I sing . . . .

Kaanch ke khwaab hain
Aankhon mein chubh jaayenge
Ho palkon pe lenaa inhe, aankhon main ruk jaayenge
Ho . . . ye raat hai khwaab ki, khwaab ki raat
Phir wahi raat hai