The crown of bravery can never be earned by defeating enemies;
it is earned only by conquering yourself — your guilt, your fear and your regrets.

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Trust me, I don’t wish to be a saint,
nor do I long to be perfect.
All I want is to live with self-respect,
so that at the end of the day, I carry no regret.

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He asked, “If you only had to break my heart, then why did you love me?”
I replied, “If we all have to die one day, then why do we people live?”

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Not in love,
Not for love,
Not with love,
Not within love —
It’s just me and my mere imagination
That makes me believe, “this is love.”
And I yearn to cradle this thought —
my darkest yet dearest fantasy.

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तेरा यूँ छोड़ जाना,
मुझे बिना किसी गलती के अकेला कर जाना,
ये बताता है कि
तू प्यार से अनजान है,
और दिल से बेइमान है।

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Who wants to be a shining star,
Who wants to be a morning star,
Who wants to be a superstar —
All I want is to become a SCAR.

A scar on your face,
The one you see every day in the mirror and trace.
Sometimes you’ll try to erase it,
Sometimes you’ll try to hide it,
Sometimes you’ll try to bear it,
Sometimes you’ll try to ignore it.

But every time you look at yourself,
You’d still hold on to the memory
That connects you and me.
Not just emotionally, but from soul to body, wholly.

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हाँ, हूँ तो मैं तेरा ही,
हाँ, इस दिल पर हक़ है सिर्फ़ तेरा ही,
पर इसका मतलब ये नहीं कि दिल तोड़ने का हक़ भी दूँ मैं तुझे ही।

हाँ, इस जिस्म पर हक़ है तेरा ही,
हाँ, मेरी शर्म-हया का हक़दार सिर्फ़ तू ही,
हाँ, मेरा शृंगार, मेरा शोलह श्रृंगार है तेरा ही,
पर इसका मतलब ये नहीं कि मैं बन जाऊँ खिलौना तेरा ही।

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I never learned how to resist falling in love
with you — from you..

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If you ask about my early morning cravings,
it would be his kiss.
Yes, I’m obsessed with his fragrance, his touch—
and now,
as I find myself drawn closer to him every single night,
I yearn for his early morning kiss
to fill my first and finest craving of the day.

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I don’t want him to spend his special time with me,
All I wish is for him to give me a part of his lifetime.
If that isn’t love, then hatred is fine;
If that isn’t care, then a dead end is fine—
But not to part, not until I find my real self with him.

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