Ab humein neend nahi aati,
Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,
Subah hone hi
The Lost Soul
Scorching heat and sand
burning the feet
sweat on forehead
Oasis nowhere found..
Sur
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
A Minute
Every one young or old
Needs someone to listen
As their stories are told
The difference
It's an unexplained feeling that we all hope to find
That wonderful feeling that seems to
गांधी, तिलक, सुभाष, जवाहर का प्यारा यह
आज रात फिर ख़यालो में तुम हो,
आज फिर
I once knew a man who lived in a jar.
For a stranger sight, you'd have to go far.
Zikr tera meri baaton me hone laga hai,
Tera har khwaab aankhon me rehne laga hai,<
