Maa ke hath se bane hue tiffin ko hum ab bhi nahin bhul paate hain
“Maa teri har ek fikra, tera zikra khud kohar pal karate hain.”
Le chalo koi mujhe us dagar, jahan ham wapis bacche ban jate hain
Kyo ham bade hokar apne hi bado par chillane lag jate hain
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
Here I am, stumbling down the street
The rain's pouring down
I'm staring at my fe
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
No more shaking hands.
Don't touch your face.
Never stand too close
In a
मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते है
Oh my soul, be thou quiet
This is not 'another diet'
Just a program of exchange
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
Anjane me jinhe hum chahte the
Hamne bhi kuch khab dekhe the
Anjane me kisi ko apna banaya tha
Wo mile is kadar
