I returned to London after 12 yrs today and while walking the streets the feelings were ripe the thoughts and words were in a flow. There is something about these streets. Something that makes you stop and take notice.
ये गलीयाँ कितने राज़ हैं छिपाए
इन कोनों में कितनी कहानियाँ गुम हैं
हर मोर्ड पे सदीयाँ हैं बीतीं
आज जहाँ खड़े हम तुम हैं
अगर बोल पाती ये दीवारें
तो दास्ताँ क्या बयान होती
किस्से कुछ ऐसे निकलते
कि एक उम्र भी पूरी कहाँ होती
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These cobbled streets
How many secrets they keep
These little dark corners
What stories they harbour
Every turn has seen centuries gone by
Today where we stand. You and I
If these walls could speak
What an epic they would spew
So many tales to tell
And lifetimes just a few.