Today I sleepA slumber so deep,I might not wake up tomorrow,While the world I keepWouldn’t care to peepInto the foreboding of my sorrow. Might I lie,If fine am I,It is the knell that peals yonder,That brings nighA will to dieTo end my ceaseless wander. Some
ऐ बीमारतू है किसका शिकार ? शायद वो हवाजो चली थी सर्राटे से,बदल गई मिजाज तेरे,सिकोड़ गई तुझेअपने आवरण में,ले गई तुझे अपने भीतरखुद से अवगत कराने | या वो पानी जो तू पी गयाबिन सोचे समझे,तू कहता थापानी का रंग तोदिखता है प्यासे को,मैंने
I have heard this probably a thousand times from people, cursing the weather, the traffic, the situation they are in, complaining and cribbing about other people, about their pain, about how insignificant they feel, comparing their lives with others, drooling over things they believe they
There is a villain in my house, He has murdered conscience And hid its body in the attic. He steals right under my nose, Honest money and truthful notes, And saves malice for those Who try to race him to the finish line. He eats
I build me,To build your life,I make your bed,And tuck you tight,My lullabies are all storiesI cook for you every night, Yet she talks about leavingShe talks about leaving When you are scaredI hold you tightDon’t let goUntil the morning lightI try my best to
All that I buildOn the shore,They don’t holdFor waves come crashing;I don’t mindFor they wash my feet,Preach to be boldAnd tell meHow the water is cold.They teach me howNothing would hold,By smashing my castlesAnd soaking my coat,Train me to try againAnd again if again fails.Praise
कांच की मछली,कांच में रहती,पानी तो बस ढोंग है,घर है मेरा चार दीवारीरस्ता डामाडोल है | खाना मेरादाना होता,हर सुबह की जंग है,कभी कभी तोकुछ नही मिलतापानी के इस रंग में | सबका व्यंजन,मैं मनोरंजन,भूखे मुझको ताकते, कितनी बड़ी है,कितनी छोटी,अक्सर मुझको आंकते | लोग
“I am leaving!”, Chara announced solemnly. “For real this time!” The 4-year-old waited at the door for someone to respond. When no one budged, she continued, “And I am not coming back!” No acknowledgement. Nobody seemed to care. She waited patiently with her ears wide
All that I was holding down,All that I was holding up,I let goAnd let them fallOn the groundWhere they belongAmongst other things –Repressed actions,Unlived moments,Unworded words,Undone deeds,And finally be freeTo do what I want to,To feel what I want to,And be what I want to,Not
कुँए का मेंढकक्या तू जानेदुनिया कितनी गोल रेघर के अंदरसब है सीधाबाहर सब अनमोल रे | तुझे लगता हैसब सीमित हैआशाओं के किले मेंबाहर की दुनियातो लगतीमनोरथ के जिले में | आकाश समंदरसब है नीलेफिर क्यों जानु रंग मैंकिस्मत हो जबमेरी कालीक्यों न पकड़ूँ पलंग