Life is curved
in the shape of a flower,
a curved trajectory
that loops back on itself
repeatedly until the
last petal falls.
कहते हैं कि दोस्ती का रिश्ता,
बडाह
If at times you feel you want to cry
And life seems such a trial,
Above the cloud
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
Iss khoobsurat jindagi ki talash,
barso se thi hume
uperwaale ne dikha hi diya
I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes
ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ माल
No words could ever tell you,
No action could express
The way I feel about you.
I don't believe in taking excess risks,
But a person can be excessively careful, too.
आज रात फिर वही सन्नाटा है
ना तेरी आ
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
