25.11.09
A silent night has dawned again
Memories have revisited the subsided pain
With a bag of mixed feelings along
Life has been trying to find a new meaning to an old song
Some experiences are pleasurable, some hurt
Life has been showing new faces each with a new birth
Its difficult to understand
Whether mask is portraying behind the feelings
or is it the feelings portraying the mask
20.11.09
If you would have been there today,you would have seen
How unkind and wounding people have been
You would have sympathized and said,doesn’t matter im with you
and I would have flown away and drowsed in your love too
we would had been enjoying our special moments beautifully together
alas! Its not gonna happen ever.
16.11.09
There wont be a time when ill be able to tell you
And may be you would never understand
That’s how it should be may be
That’s what God has planned
Feelings doesn’t matter
Doesn’t matter if we ever meet again
Im collecting all the shadows together
While in solitude, I might again cherish the rain
Memories cost a lot
It costs a lifetime to nurture a single thought
I spent a millions to harvest what ive got
N yet to think of it,I never got what I sought
N so would be this time too
My memories and imaginations would always find you
15.11.09
Somethings are never meant to die
However hard we may try
The reminiscence would persistently kill us at the birth of each second
Why some feeling affect us so badly,no one can comprehend
Its been long since my dreams started dying
Since then ive been living on some begged breath,ive been buying
Sooner or later everything would end
Numbness taking over life moment by moment
Before I loose time,I wish to say goodbye
And I wish to behold you just once in my eye
13.11.09
As time moves on
The sea would cease to blend with the sky
Light would distinguish both the identities
And the lonesome heart would again be left aside
Drifting in hope and listening to the rising suns sigh
A new day would begin
Nothing would be the same that once met the eye
Feelings would feel a change
Once a beauty, might even feel estranged
long lost sleep,unblinking eyes would run dry
counting seconds every second
07.11.09
Once there was a time when loneliness killed
A time when life was a thrill
Now its just a desire to flow with the flow
Silent and slow
Colors are but mere reflections of unfulfilled desires
Xray vision prevents from any attractions or admires
The value of trust, honesty and love is difficult to know
When the cycle of breath ceases, how can we expect to grow
There never seems to exist any pain
Never would any tear wash along with the rain
Numbness has taken over each sorrow
A quiet today would lead to a quiet tomorrow
06.11.09
Her eyes are beautiful
Her hair falls beautifully too
N so seems to be so many of her qualities
But shes not you
Feelings feel to be the same
Memories effacing, just assuming a new name
Shuffling sides of the same game
Its difficult not to feel ashamed
Directionless life still continues
Numerous ends, doomed,no power to choose
a bruised heart still secludes
Yearning for a stagnant unchanging mood
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
07.10.09
My assets
Few dreams
Few regrets
Few memories
Some loneliness
Some uncertainities
A little bit of wisdom
A little self respect
Some minor accomplishments
A modest and truthful mindset
And above all, my parents
And their happiness
Few dreams
Few regrets
Few memories
Some loneliness
Some uncertainities
A little bit of wisdom
A little self respect
Some minor accomplishments
A modest and truthful mindset
And above all, my parents
And their happiness
Monday, October 5, 2009
04.01.09
There’s so much that the rain wets.
Yet theres so much that it doesn’t.
But when the sun takes over again
Theres no sign differentiating that the rain haven’t.
We often live in its pretence.
Coz its only when the sun descends
That we are able to see if we got wet in its presence
Or was it our solitude coz of which our eyes moistens
Yet theres so much that it doesn’t.
But when the sun takes over again
Theres no sign differentiating that the rain haven’t.
We often live in its pretence.
Coz its only when the sun descends
That we are able to see if we got wet in its presence
Or was it our solitude coz of which our eyes moistens
01.10.09
Its useless to desist pain coz gradually even a sustained scream becomes a solitary silence.
01.10.09
Ek dheemi si roshni me
bheegi palko ke kinare
kuchh beeti yaado ki mehfil jami hai.
Sagar ki ati jati lehro
ki dastan sunte pattharo
ki thandi saaso me aakar
zindagi thami hai.
Kuchh lamhe guzar gae
kuchh baaki hain.
Kuchh ehsaso ne
anubhav ke darazo me
jagah bana li hai.
kuchh darazo me
ab bhi anubhav ki kami hai.
Kuchh aur ranjishe badh jae
phir shayad keh sake
ye banjar bejaan zameen
hamare khwabo ke bikhre tukdo se bani hai.
bheegi palko ke kinare
kuchh beeti yaado ki mehfil jami hai.
Sagar ki ati jati lehro
ki dastan sunte pattharo
ki thandi saaso me aakar
zindagi thami hai.
Kuchh lamhe guzar gae
kuchh baaki hain.
Kuchh ehsaso ne
anubhav ke darazo me
jagah bana li hai.
kuchh darazo me
ab bhi anubhav ki kami hai.
Kuchh aur ranjishe badh jae
phir shayad keh sake
ye banjar bejaan zameen
hamare khwabo ke bikhre tukdo se bani hai.
28.09.09
Often it seems as a decade just passed a few moments back
But sometimes it seems more than a decade to pass just a few moments
How often do we see our real image in the mirror instead of the one that we have put on
When a mirror is but a reflection of our pasts which we have always concealed
There was once a time, but now tears, pain or anguish can never seem to console
It doesn’t matter now. Life, Feelings, Morality have been buried long ago
It would just tick on till the light dies and the wetness dries
But sometimes it seems more than a decade to pass just a few moments
How often do we see our real image in the mirror instead of the one that we have put on
When a mirror is but a reflection of our pasts which we have always concealed
There was once a time, but now tears, pain or anguish can never seem to console
It doesn’t matter now. Life, Feelings, Morality have been buried long ago
It would just tick on till the light dies and the wetness dries
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
27.09.09
Can’t I help my self
Just for some time..
It hurts to be absent
Am I of no use..
A thrown aside crushed piece of paper
Scribbled with useless daily tallies
Where do I get to from here
N what do I get in the end
What am I trying to accumulate
What am I trying to bargain
Is this what can make me of use
No im not again searching the purpose of my life
I just want to experience my life as a part of a life
Do I hardly make a difference
Even if it is all planned, am I meant to believe
Just for some time..
It hurts to be absent
Am I of no use..
A thrown aside crushed piece of paper
Scribbled with useless daily tallies
Where do I get to from here
N what do I get in the end
What am I trying to accumulate
What am I trying to bargain
Is this what can make me of use
No im not again searching the purpose of my life
I just want to experience my life as a part of a life
Do I hardly make a difference
Even if it is all planned, am I meant to believe
28.09.09
Often it seems as a decade just passed a few moments back
But sometimes it seems more than a decade to pass just a few moments
How often do we see our real image in the mirror instead of the one that we have put on
When a mirror is but a reflection of our pasts which we have always concealed
There was once a time, but now tears, pain or anguish can never seem to console
It doesn’t matter now. Life, Feelings, Morality have been buried long ago
It would just tick on till the light dies and the wetness dries
But sometimes it seems more than a decade to pass just a few moments
How often do we see our real image in the mirror instead of the one that we have put on
When a mirror is but a reflection of our pasts which we have always concealed
There was once a time, but now tears, pain or anguish can never seem to console
It doesn’t matter now. Life, Feelings, Morality have been buried long ago
It would just tick on till the light dies and the wetness dries
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Home
Moist warmth of the air, concealing
nostalgia. Silence revealing
the whispers of the breath. Strolling
lonesome in the twilight, talking
quietly to the self , and remembering
the matured infancy of a lingering
past. Home, a place for purifying
my heart and comforting
my bleeding soul. Soothing
known voices sheltering from the perturbing
of an inhumane love. Home, pillowing
a peaceful night, before the dawn is instituting
the indomitable, eternal state of a human being.
nostalgia. Silence revealing
the whispers of the breath. Strolling
lonesome in the twilight, talking
quietly to the self , and remembering
the matured infancy of a lingering
past. Home, a place for purifying
my heart and comforting
my bleeding soul. Soothing
known voices sheltering from the perturbing
of an inhumane love. Home, pillowing
a peaceful night, before the dawn is instituting
the indomitable, eternal state of a human being.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Shadow
It was the most silent n numb night. The mood as usual was somber, after a lonesome walk. Not any different day. Passed memories captivating senses, lost in pain n helplessness, walking sluggishly towards the room. Just a step before the last, there was a shadow which shivered my heart. A shadow which inhabited darkness. Absorbed in complete invisibility, emptiness n silence. A shadow which shattered me to pieces once again. Another death of a piece of my peace. A seeming end for one more of the few last breaths. An idol was just murdered.
whithered rose
Have you seen the withered rose lying on a dusty road
Crushed by million feets n their unsympathetic abrasive heat
A rose which could bring a smile while a stroll in the aisle
Which could leave its essence every time you sensed its fragrance
Lying in blood, mashed and bruised in the mud
Does anyone care for the one that was once there
For its lost beauty, lost in nurturing a million of our prayers
Trampled by own loved ones, breathing its last breath
wont anyone care..wont anyone have any regrets?
Crushed by million feets n their unsympathetic abrasive heat
A rose which could bring a smile while a stroll in the aisle
Which could leave its essence every time you sensed its fragrance
Lying in blood, mashed and bruised in the mud
Does anyone care for the one that was once there
For its lost beauty, lost in nurturing a million of our prayers
Trampled by own loved ones, breathing its last breath
wont anyone care..wont anyone have any regrets?
04.09.09
I want to close my eyes n think that im no more. I want to feel that I am just a soul. That papers n proofs n results don’t make me me. That it doesn’t matter to anyone whether I live or die.The same way in which thousands of people sleep in rags on road without having even a single meal throughout the day,doesn’t matter to anyone. The same way that millions of parents abandoned by their bloody honourable children live a miserable life. N the same way that hundreds of physically impaired people n children are neglected n abused physically as well as mentally every day every where. If I am alive,n if I have to live anyways, then I would rather want to endure each n every feeling of pain n hurt which is caused because of the inhumane nature of someone like me. Im embarrassed to be alive n to be a part of this society.
if only-you were here
(after affects of the song- are you lonesome tonight.)
I’ll never be able to tell you
N even if I do
You wont understand
Time has changed
N things have changed
It hurts! No more can we walk hand in hand
So many words remain unsaid
So many remains unburnt
So many moments and.. wishes still alive
And a wounded heart n its immortal cries
Every time the wind blows, it unearths the sand
Walking bare feet on the molten memories
Has never been easy without you
Drifting numbed, every second, in the past
If only - you were there, the pain wont last
(1.you being there in my thoughts, the pain wud never end
2.You being there in my life again,the pain wud not sustain.)
Dunno why
Still it comforts to just think about you
N romanticize with the remnants
I’ll never be able to tell you
N even if I do
You wont understand
Time has changed
N things have changed
It hurts! No more can we walk hand in hand
So many words remain unsaid
So many remains unburnt
So many moments and.. wishes still alive
And a wounded heart n its immortal cries
Every time the wind blows, it unearths the sand
Walking bare feet on the molten memories
Has never been easy without you
Drifting numbed, every second, in the past
If only - you were there, the pain wont last
(1.you being there in my thoughts, the pain wud never end
2.You being there in my life again,the pain wud not sustain.)
Dunno why
Still it comforts to just think about you
N romanticize with the remnants
12.09.09
One upon a time there was a child
who admired a star in the sky.
The star was so bright
that it almost blinded the child’s sight
every time he looked. Beautiful in its way
it gave immense strength to the child
to shine one day. As the child gradually grew
the star came nearer n nearer.
He could feel the warmth of the star which mesmerized him.
He could bask n relish being in its light.
Slowly as time passed
the child started to realize
the stars light is not going to last.
He recognized that the light
that the star boasted off was not his own.
It was rather a mask upon his black soul
which the child now could not disown.
A memorable sky on a star lit night
Had turned a painful nightmare
The star which once stole his sight
has left him helpless n despair.
who admired a star in the sky.
The star was so bright
that it almost blinded the child’s sight
every time he looked. Beautiful in its way
it gave immense strength to the child
to shine one day. As the child gradually grew
the star came nearer n nearer.
He could feel the warmth of the star which mesmerized him.
He could bask n relish being in its light.
Slowly as time passed
the child started to realize
the stars light is not going to last.
He recognized that the light
that the star boasted off was not his own.
It was rather a mask upon his black soul
which the child now could not disown.
A memorable sky on a star lit night
Had turned a painful nightmare
The star which once stole his sight
has left him helpless n despair.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Yaad aenge ye pal,har naye kal me,
Kayi zindagiyo baad barso purani ghazal me.
Is bhavar ke karwat badalte chakachaundh se peher me,
Thaki ankho ke berang khwabo ki seher me.
Yaad aenge ye pal,har naye kal me,
Kayi zindagiyo baad barso purani ghazal me.
Fighting vacuum what would you find
When d cherished memories are already buried behind
Wounded emptiness can never offend
Together, the dark silence would rather compliment
Though stage is set for new horizons
Sluggish heart hurts clinging on to the never ending presence
But to think still I have a reason to smile
Coz I walked that long with you for quite a while
Yado ka karwa jab jab aata hai,
Sanse dheemi akhein num kar jata hai.
Jab har khayal apni ichha se aata hai,
To phir kyu ye karvaan bin pooche dastak de jata hai?
Suni sunai zindagi se ab nazdeeqi se waqif hue hain,
Nazariyo ko pehchanne me aksar galat saabit hue hain.
Par asal zindagi se pehchan nahi karni hame.
Nahi behna mann ke jhinjhod dene wale sailabh me.
Nawab ladkhada gaye to kya,
Abhi bhi dum hai zameeni gehraiyo me.
Abhi gum nahi honge waqt ki parchhaiyo me
Damn these memories which don’t let me live.
Damn the world which clouds every mans thinking.
Damn those thoughts which every now n then we perceive
N damn this dreadful n miserable living
When is d mind actually gonna be free
When can we just end never to again,see
Mankind is helpless, n we are all living to make it more so.
Us roz Ghana andhera hoga
Aur gum hoga roshni ka namonishan
Nam palke aur anant me doobe hue mann ki khamosh yaade
Aur bas goonjta sannata
Jo ki bhar dega hawa me ant ka ehsas
Na hoga savera phir kabhi
Na hi kisi gulshan ke khilne ki phir hogi shuruwat
Na kisi aur jeevan ki pehchan
Na hi koi aahat kisi badlav ki
Na koi beete soche sunaye khwab
Na kisi ummeed ki aas
Us din nawab apneaapko apneaap me sametkar
Pankh ban,ud chale ka chhoone bheetar ka aasmaan
Banana apna akela karvaan
Bas mai aur mere ehsas
Kaun kiska hua hai yaha
Har pal badal jata hai sama
Hamne dekha hai palo me rang badalta insa
Udhari khushiyo se nahi banta nisha
Mat honi do ehsaso ko insane pe baya
Aur kyu rahe kisi ki ichha
Ishwar khud ho jaha
Kash ki koi kisi ko dekh na pata
Kamsekam tab hame khwab sajana to na aata
Kano me to sirf awaz goonjti hai
Par aakhe taras kar baras padti hain
Tab kaano ka shor cheekh bhi padta
Par aakho ka pani to chhup jata
Once upon a time those words meant so much.today they don’t mean at all.those promises would even make a sound,after they shatter n fall.
Ahista ahista nawab ko manzil mil jaegi
Apne ehsaso ki mehfil mil jaegi
Aur mit jaenge dabe unkahe sare jazbat
Jab rooh kisi khushbu ki tarah hawa me ghul jaegi
The air remains so gentle calm n peaceful all the year round
May be that’s why,even when d most tender dreams die, they don’t make a sound
It remains the transporter of thoughts,the constructor of imaginations
N it serves as a savior to our teardrops n foundation for our salvations.
Zindagi bankar zindagi
Nawab ki zindagi me ayi
Zindagi se zada zindagi dikhayi
Aur phir zindagi churakar
Degayi zindadili ki duhai.
Waah nawab kya kismat payi
Zehen ki nomaish jab shuru hui
Log haste rahe hamari sadadili par
Kabhi unhone raunda kabhi zindagi ne zaleel kiya
Ham haste rahe chupchap khade wahi par
Sometimes I wish I could b sober,
Sometimes somber,
Sometimes wiser,
Sometimes stronger,
N sometimes I wish just not to be
N sometimes, not to be me.
Jab kal aega,
Jane mai kya wo reh paunga jo aaj hu
Jab kal aega
Kya mai usse keh paunga mai sath hu
Roz jab kal aata hai
Bas kal ke intezar me sochta reh jata hu
Ek din to wo kal aega
Ek din mera beeta hua kal aega
Aaj kuchh sochne ka dil nahi karta
Bas andhere se akho ki pyaas bujhani hai
Kab tak dil ke jhuthlave me jiyenge
Ab to har roz sach ki nayi hi kahani hai
Jo dekha in akho se
Wo ghinona sach kabula kyu nahi jata
Jo chhupa hai andheri palko me
Uspe kabhi vishwas kyu nahi aata
Kyu dard kisi ek roop me tik nahi jaata
Kyu darr ek baar samne aakar dikh nahi jata
Ab bas jal jane do is aag ko
Bujh jane to raat
Pighal jane do mann ke daag ko
If it’s a dream that I would live again
Then I would rather keep living with my dream
Than take chances to loose even a dream to live again
Kayi zindagiyo baad barso purani ghazal me.
Is bhavar ke karwat badalte chakachaundh se peher me,
Thaki ankho ke berang khwabo ki seher me.
Yaad aenge ye pal,har naye kal me,
Kayi zindagiyo baad barso purani ghazal me.
Fighting vacuum what would you find
When d cherished memories are already buried behind
Wounded emptiness can never offend
Together, the dark silence would rather compliment
Though stage is set for new horizons
Sluggish heart hurts clinging on to the never ending presence
But to think still I have a reason to smile
Coz I walked that long with you for quite a while
Yado ka karwa jab jab aata hai,
Sanse dheemi akhein num kar jata hai.
Jab har khayal apni ichha se aata hai,
To phir kyu ye karvaan bin pooche dastak de jata hai?
Suni sunai zindagi se ab nazdeeqi se waqif hue hain,
Nazariyo ko pehchanne me aksar galat saabit hue hain.
Par asal zindagi se pehchan nahi karni hame.
Nahi behna mann ke jhinjhod dene wale sailabh me.
Nawab ladkhada gaye to kya,
Abhi bhi dum hai zameeni gehraiyo me.
Abhi gum nahi honge waqt ki parchhaiyo me
Damn these memories which don’t let me live.
Damn the world which clouds every mans thinking.
Damn those thoughts which every now n then we perceive
N damn this dreadful n miserable living
When is d mind actually gonna be free
When can we just end never to again,see
Mankind is helpless, n we are all living to make it more so.
Us roz Ghana andhera hoga
Aur gum hoga roshni ka namonishan
Nam palke aur anant me doobe hue mann ki khamosh yaade
Aur bas goonjta sannata
Jo ki bhar dega hawa me ant ka ehsas
Na hoga savera phir kabhi
Na hi kisi gulshan ke khilne ki phir hogi shuruwat
Na kisi aur jeevan ki pehchan
Na hi koi aahat kisi badlav ki
Na koi beete soche sunaye khwab
Na kisi ummeed ki aas
Us din nawab apneaapko apneaap me sametkar
Pankh ban,ud chale ka chhoone bheetar ka aasmaan
Banana apna akela karvaan
Bas mai aur mere ehsas
Kaun kiska hua hai yaha
Har pal badal jata hai sama
Hamne dekha hai palo me rang badalta insa
Udhari khushiyo se nahi banta nisha
Mat honi do ehsaso ko insane pe baya
Aur kyu rahe kisi ki ichha
Ishwar khud ho jaha
Kash ki koi kisi ko dekh na pata
Kamsekam tab hame khwab sajana to na aata
Kano me to sirf awaz goonjti hai
Par aakhe taras kar baras padti hain
Tab kaano ka shor cheekh bhi padta
Par aakho ka pani to chhup jata
Once upon a time those words meant so much.today they don’t mean at all.those promises would even make a sound,after they shatter n fall.
Ahista ahista nawab ko manzil mil jaegi
Apne ehsaso ki mehfil mil jaegi
Aur mit jaenge dabe unkahe sare jazbat
Jab rooh kisi khushbu ki tarah hawa me ghul jaegi
The air remains so gentle calm n peaceful all the year round
May be that’s why,even when d most tender dreams die, they don’t make a sound
It remains the transporter of thoughts,the constructor of imaginations
N it serves as a savior to our teardrops n foundation for our salvations.
Zindagi bankar zindagi
Nawab ki zindagi me ayi
Zindagi se zada zindagi dikhayi
Aur phir zindagi churakar
Degayi zindadili ki duhai.
Waah nawab kya kismat payi
Zehen ki nomaish jab shuru hui
Log haste rahe hamari sadadili par
Kabhi unhone raunda kabhi zindagi ne zaleel kiya
Ham haste rahe chupchap khade wahi par
Sometimes I wish I could b sober,
Sometimes somber,
Sometimes wiser,
Sometimes stronger,
N sometimes I wish just not to be
N sometimes, not to be me.
Jab kal aega,
Jane mai kya wo reh paunga jo aaj hu
Jab kal aega
Kya mai usse keh paunga mai sath hu
Roz jab kal aata hai
Bas kal ke intezar me sochta reh jata hu
Ek din to wo kal aega
Ek din mera beeta hua kal aega
Aaj kuchh sochne ka dil nahi karta
Bas andhere se akho ki pyaas bujhani hai
Kab tak dil ke jhuthlave me jiyenge
Ab to har roz sach ki nayi hi kahani hai
Jo dekha in akho se
Wo ghinona sach kabula kyu nahi jata
Jo chhupa hai andheri palko me
Uspe kabhi vishwas kyu nahi aata
Kyu dard kisi ek roop me tik nahi jaata
Kyu darr ek baar samne aakar dikh nahi jata
Ab bas jal jane do is aag ko
Bujh jane to raat
Pighal jane do mann ke daag ko
If it’s a dream that I would live again
Then I would rather keep living with my dream
Than take chances to loose even a dream to live again
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
27.07.09
How different would it have been - If I were blind
If I were blind - I would have got empathy for everyone’s pain
I would have got a better insight to the reality around me
If I were blind - I would be able to feel the actual feeling to get wet in the rain
N all those others which I usually do not
I would be able to hear the sound of footsteps of people nearing me
Of the swishes n rustlings n silent whispers
N the unsaid words enounced by small sounds of gestures
Which we unknowingly neglect
Our perceptions would be so virginal as they wont be based on what we see
A depth of understanding, a solemn maturity
And yet I would be away from the real world, in a world of my own
Like I always want to be, unseeing the dreadful reality
May be then, I would achieve my own entity
Which would not be based on the last ten days of my behavior
But be judged on the three years of my lost love’s eternity
If I were blind - I would have got empathy for everyone’s pain
I would have got a better insight to the reality around me
If I were blind - I would be able to feel the actual feeling to get wet in the rain
N all those others which I usually do not
I would be able to hear the sound of footsteps of people nearing me
Of the swishes n rustlings n silent whispers
N the unsaid words enounced by small sounds of gestures
Which we unknowingly neglect
Our perceptions would be so virginal as they wont be based on what we see
A depth of understanding, a solemn maturity
And yet I would be away from the real world, in a world of my own
Like I always want to be, unseeing the dreadful reality
May be then, I would achieve my own entity
Which would not be based on the last ten days of my behavior
But be judged on the three years of my lost love’s eternity
26.07.09
Bin banaye bhi kitne rishte ban jate hain
Bin kahe, bin samjhe ham unhe nibhate jate hain
Jab ehsas hota hai, to mann utfullta se bhar jata hai
Jaise koi talaab sagar se mil gaya ho
In rishto ki pehchan apeksha-rahit hona hi to hai
Par in rishto ko pehchanna asaan nahi
Aur pehchan ke, usi tarah bin pehchane rehna mumkin nahi
Yehi par hota hai badlaav
Aur yehi par badh jata hai abhaav
Hame mehsoos nahi hota aur ham beh jate hain bahaav me
Aur kho jati hai wo pavitrata, wo sadgi
Jo us rishte me thi, jise hamne pehchana nahi tha
To lo.. aaj mai har rishte ko bhulata hu
Jisko maine kabhi pehchana tha
Bin kahe, bin samjhe ham unhe nibhate jate hain
Jab ehsas hota hai, to mann utfullta se bhar jata hai
Jaise koi talaab sagar se mil gaya ho
In rishto ki pehchan apeksha-rahit hona hi to hai
Par in rishto ko pehchanna asaan nahi
Aur pehchan ke, usi tarah bin pehchane rehna mumkin nahi
Yehi par hota hai badlaav
Aur yehi par badh jata hai abhaav
Hame mehsoos nahi hota aur ham beh jate hain bahaav me
Aur kho jati hai wo pavitrata, wo sadgi
Jo us rishte me thi, jise hamne pehchana nahi tha
To lo.. aaj mai har rishte ko bhulata hu
Jisko maine kabhi pehchana tha
23.07.09
We’ve sold ourselves
To the people around
Some have limited to the bodies
N some have sold their souls
How valuable is it to be oneself, anymore
Wrapped-up in a cocoon of forgery
Does one really care of the original being
Its just show biz
Many have already died
But the sensation of death is yet to be realized
How does it feel
To be a part of this numbness
Not to be the real me
To the people around
Some have limited to the bodies
N some have sold their souls
How valuable is it to be oneself, anymore
Wrapped-up in a cocoon of forgery
Does one really care of the original being
Its just show biz
Many have already died
But the sensation of death is yet to be realized
How does it feel
To be a part of this numbness
Not to be the real me
23.07.09
Im thankful to you for the pain
I could hear the requiem of the world around me
I could be a part of the world that surrounds me
Its because of you that I could become humane
Doesn’t matter if you remember me or not
I would remember you, n love you forever
For what you’ve done to me
For making me a man before drifting me in the stream
Not many get a chance to be a part of the flow
You gave me a reason, n motivation to set out
N understanding myself, gradually I got insight to the outer world
I wish I could thank you for what you have made of me
For setting me free
I could hear the requiem of the world around me
I could be a part of the world that surrounds me
Its because of you that I could become humane
Doesn’t matter if you remember me or not
I would remember you, n love you forever
For what you’ve done to me
For making me a man before drifting me in the stream
Not many get a chance to be a part of the flow
You gave me a reason, n motivation to set out
N understanding myself, gradually I got insight to the outer world
I wish I could thank you for what you have made of me
For setting me free
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