Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

This day too shall pass...this is what I most often telling myself.Another day gone by , another night , another day and another 24 hours spent-all in the anticipation of a happy ending . Life has come to point where I have in some ways started looking forward to obvious disappointments and in times when I hit a low...my memories is what I have to lean on.
It tends to bring forth the same feelings that I have hardly felt in so many years.

The good old days of doing nothing at all. Nothing productive so to say! Walking, playing cards, cycling, debating, wondering what goodies life has to offer to me...The bonfires, the parties -Bon Jovi , Pink Floyd and guitars ,days of dancing on Aaisha, Aaisha...Passing me by ,of collecting posters of all the cute boys on the big screen,of playing hide n seek n treasure hunts... those were the days of jokes that really made me laugh and also the days of the craziest, most ridiculous Hindi songs ever sung.Those were the days of passion , the zest ; days of anger , endless laughters and ofcourse love .Those were the days of constant learnings (and unlearnings) ....of realizations , of discoveries , of learning to be yourself and learning that each of us is unique in our own ways, of challenges , of thoughts that questioned your beliefs.....In short...those were the days of sheer magnificence.And then time just flew by. It definitely raised the bar...the standard of what I dreamt back then about what my life would be...

And now after all that and many more years...I have seen it all. I have seen peace. I have seen pain.I have seen death.I have seen fear .I have seen faith . I have seen the look of anger. And now I ask myself...do I see the truth through all those lies? Or do I see the world through troubles eyes? I guess...it never will be enough.

Behta hai mann kaheen...kahan janate nahi...
koi ruk le yeheen
bhaage re maan kaheen

(I meander...I know I do...but that is me)