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
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते है
दोस्ती दर्द नहीं खुशियों की सौगात है,
ग़म छूपा हँसता चल
खुद को ही छलता चल
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Dil mein dard hotho pe muskurahat ho
Aisa lage zindagi se koi shikayat na ho
Phir
All of my life
I was living in a lie.
It seems that my childhood
has flow
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
HMNE HI KUCH JYADA APNA SAMAJH
LIYA THA UNHE APNE TO WHO HUE
HI NAHI.....KY
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
