When we converse, it's just surface stuff;
We say some words, but is it enough?
We get along; we rarely fight,
But where is the spark, the joy, the delight?
We're settled into the same routine;
Sometimes I'd like to flee this scene.
Everything's easy; we don't have it rough,
But sometimes I wonder: Is it enough?
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Haathon mei kalam aur kitaab liye
Khaayalon ko nazam banate hue
Zindagi sulajh ga
Pyara pyara mera desh,
saja-sanwaara mera desh.
Duniya jis par garv kare--
<we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
सपने लेने छोड़ दिया था, लगा था तन
उस एक औरत के खिलाफ
दुनियादारी क
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
शून्य में निहारते आसमान को देख कर भूल
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
