मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते हैं,
ढलती रेत से हाथों से फिसल जाते हैं, लम्हे ।
किताब के सूखे फूल-सी धुंधली याद बन जाते हैं,
तब सफर में हमसफर सा साथ दे जाते हैं लम्हें।
जब छलक कर नम आंखों का जल बन जाते हैं,
वो लम्हे, नासूरी का लम्हा-लम्हा दर्द दे जाते हैं।
कभी शब्दों का, कभी लफ्जों का खेल, खेल जाते हैं,
Look into my eyes.
Tell me what you see.
It won't be happy.
It won't be p
Zindagi hansne-gaane ka naam hai,
Hans kar palon ko jiye ja,
Gaakar gamon ko piye
You're sucrose, you're glucose,
You're fructose and more,
From your head to your
Didn't want a battle,
Yet you declared war,
Each knock you gave me made me strong
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<Sometimes life is hard, and there is so much I still don't understand.
I feel alone and a
Days come and go
But my feelings for you are forever
I am just not capable
<क्या यह जरूरी है कि मेरे हाथों में
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
