Bewajah

Muskura lo aj

Bewajah Befizool

Kal dhoond lena

bahana koi

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Kuch is tarah

Kuch is tarah se joda usne ek toote hue aaiyne ko

k fakr hai usey ab khud k aaiyena hone par

Aise mohabbat nibhana seekha hai tujhse

khud mit k bhi, apni swaad chhod jao

Jaise ghulte hain cheeni k daani paani me

Us tarah ghul k bhi, apni mithaas chhod jao

 

Wings

In the dead of the night
A bird flew from its nest
Flying free above the ground
No strings attached
No cage to capture
the flutter of its wings
In the dead, of tonight

The ink, that bleeds on paper
In the dead, of tonight

It spills itself on the floor
With shapes and sizes and colors
No strings attached
It leaves a blot on the paper
A reminiscent of its journey
Even when it dries.
Like the dying bird
After it had flown its highest flight

Oh! In the dead of tonight
Look out, for the glory
Look inside, for the life.

It flies. In the dead of tonight.

Humming~~

Chand aur taare jo na hote aasmaa me
To main sochti hu likhti main kya

Timitimate jhaankte na jo wo aasma se
To main sochti hu dekhti main kya

Niklu na ghar se bhi to bhi ghoom aati hu main
Dekhti hu jab ye aasmaa

Khuli khuli baahien, jaise sach me bulaayien
aur bolti hai mujhse hawa

Door kahi ki wo hai kahaniya sunati
Aankho dekhi jaise karti bayaa

Chand aur taare jo na hote aasmaa me
To main sochti hu likhti main kya