Tekdi

I have often wandered

At midnight, those were good times

A safer world, no paranoia

Only stories of ghosts, or folklores

'Amit' my buddy and I

Were once upon a hillock near our homes

Exactly halfway from each of our homes.

Those were the days when radio was taking over

After the television had run its course

Back in 2002, somewhere in september

We both sat atop the hillock

Hearing 98.3 , beautiful days

It played good songs

We listened all through, then sang till dawn

We were besties , we are too

Though those all nighters, 

and beer on hills have ceased

We still talk

Of bygone times

Of carefree wanderings

When we didn't have to keep up our appearances.