Day- 24
NaPoWriMo-2025
There is a silent
Beauty in growing old;
Far away from an untamed youth
A soft silence resonates
Whenever listening to the musical notes.
A few old friends
Bonded with decades of-
Friendship, shared secrets
Memories, and passion for music,
Always get together
Whenever the tides
Shift the balance-
Humming all the old songs
Whenever the ancient radio
Is in full throttle.
"Dum maro dum"
" Woh shaam mastani"
"Jis galli mein tera ghar na ho balama"
Trying to remember
Some of the missing lyrics
Adding a few of their own
Not much bother... singing together matters.
Once in a while
The spouses join the chorus
The table top, spoons, glasses
Turns into drums, bass and guitars
Aha! the amateur
Percussionists!
La la. lala la...lala la!
Forgetting most of the words
Improvising with "ha ha ha ho ho ho!
The laughter that follows
After the faux pas is contagious.
Mashing and mixing
Adding new words to the old songs
They make music with gusto
Laughing, dancing and cracking jokes
In between the singing sessions.
The youthful zest for life has waned
The memory plays hide and seek
The bones make lots of noise....
But- they are friends forever.
What keep them young at heart!
Touchwood! A shared passion!
Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2025
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