The interpreter of the soul, The loyal servant, that shows us the most amazing views, Sometimes it may be tricked, but what it shows us is what we believe in.
Aaj khayaal tha bus kal aanae wale falaq ki, Naye din aur naye saal ki talap thi, Umeed hai woh kal ki dhun kuch nayi hogi, Kuch khaas nahi, bus alag si.
Now I'm writing rhymes, with a fire in my pen, From the ashes of my past, I rise and transcend, I turned the pain into power and i made it my friend Now my story's like a movie, I'm on top in the end.
I search for love in the depths of night, But its warmth eludes me, taking flight. A heart's desire, a quest so real, In the quiet darkness, I yearn to feel.