Sunti Kahan hai yeh meri aajkal
Isko to lat lagi hai mujhe azmane ki
Khwabon ko bun raha Hoon
Kahin Nazar na lag jaye zamane ki
Thak sa gaya hoon chalte chalte
Milti nahi koyi wajah jee behlane ki
Ek khayi si ban gaya hai sanatta
Awaaz Kahan aati hai dard ke chilane ki
Ek bejaan si raah hai bas zindagi
Qadmon ke aane Jane ki
Music masquerades over mundane muses and morphs them mystically, methodically and magically. - The Speaking Wood.
The similarity between life and waves is that there are no ends, only transitions and memories of catching the waves!
Fake flamboyance, flanked by false fallacies fosters frustration that flaunts hate...while faith finders fight with flair to foster love.
Dabi cheekhon ke saayon mein chala chal e dil,
inhi se kal gulistan khilenge, chunenge gunche rahi,
tere kadmon ke nishaan jahan milenge.
Present is the past tense of tomorrow, this reality is the distance between joy and sorrow.