good old days - Poem

To again write about the good old times,
Some quiet time is what I need,
Friends, parties and the moments well spent,
It all should come back indeed.

It began on that terrace so high,
And ended in the flats so serene,
Up above the smoke that curled,
For our lives was never about a sigh.

The concerts , the trance , the butt kicking high,
Served in the memory hot is TP's half fry,
The biryanis , the kheemas have all lost their taste,
Fun in today's times is all but a haste.

The night long revelry on a holi night,
The sweets , pakodas and thandai served so cold.
For never would those days be forgotten,
When the nights had lost their hold...