Life is curved
in the shape of a flower,
a curved trajectory
that loops back on itself
repeatedly until the
last petal falls.
Shh...listen, don't you hear?
I'm crying, but they are silent tears.
Maps are complicated
if you aren’t familiar with the place.
एक दिन हमारे मिलने का पता होगा,कोई तो
Wo ruthe hain is kadar manayein kaise
Jazbaat apne dil ke dikhayein kaise
Narm eh
Bhookh, Garibi Aur Laachari Ko,
Iss Dharti Se Chalo Aaj Mitaayein.
Bharat Ke Bhar
Whatever happened to us when did we end?
How long ago did I consider you a friend?
<When first we touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a cloudless
MANANE KI KHWAHISH HO YA NA HO
र लगता है तुम्हें बताने में वो जो हमा
Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
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