The words of truth hated but written
Wars and the cries being noted but hidden
To the eyes which searches
They are in front yet forbidden-
And I write to create them
Itna door ho chuka hun
ke apnon ko bhi apna bulane me
dar lagta hai-
Behind every habit there is a story
which nobody wants to tell or listen-
I got up to bird's chirping
Will tomorrow be the same ?
I got yelled for telling the truth
Will tomorrow be the same ?
I had the best dinner today
Will tomorrow be the same ?
I got away with the lying
Will tomorrow be the same ?
Today was beautiful
Will tomorrow be the same ?-
Times when I get lonely
Past comes to me and says
"I've suffered a lot
I can't handle it anymore"
(I pat on its head and say)
"Just a little more"-
How wrong is it to help someone
How wrong is it to make someone happy
May be it's me or that someone doesn't deserve happiness-
The implementations or accusations of
you not having the capability to do things
when you clearly can
and doing it
makes the difference-