And at the end of the day, its those things that you have least control on, that return to haunt your thoughts and dreams I listen to songs and sink back into times from yonder.
chubhte kaante yaadon ke daaman se chunta hoon
ab yaadon ke kaante jab chubhte hain, aasoon nahi behte
zakhm wahi phir khilte hain, khoon si lehren gulaal aankhon ko
bas zara ojhal karti hain nazaaron ko
dard ke saaye se tarne ki kashish liye phirta hoon
ab yaadon ke kaante jab chubhte hain, aasoon nahi behte
saayon se bojhal phir wahi khwaab, kaalikh si tanhayi ko
bas zara nam karti hain iraadon ko
sannate ki goonj armaanon ki raahon me bharta hoon
ab yaadon ke kaante jab chubhte hain, aasoon nahi behte
darta hoon taqdeer ke modh par, na ho gar hariyali toh
bas rok leta hoon khayalon ko
phir sacchai ka saamna karne joojhta hoon, khud se doharaata hoon
ab yaadon ke kaante na tokenge gulistano me mehak rehte
raushni bhar jaani hai zindagani ki raahon me
bas datkar chhoona hai naye un mukaamon ko
Thoughts of the life behind remain but laden with that streak of light I derive energy from within. Blocking untold memories from inflicting an unseen future, I stride ahead with a quest for that phoenix acknowledging my need to rise back from the ashes. I repeat hope is not a good strategy but having one sure is better than none..
chubhte kaante yaadon ke daaman se chunta hoon
ab yaadon ke kaante jab chubhte hain, aasoon nahi behte
zakhm wahi phir khilte hain, khoon si lehren gulaal aankhon ko
bas zara ojhal karti hain nazaaron ko
dard ke saaye se tarne ki kashish liye phirta hoon
ab yaadon ke kaante jab chubhte hain, aasoon nahi behte
saayon se bojhal phir wahi khwaab, kaalikh si tanhayi ko
bas zara nam karti hain iraadon ko
sannate ki goonj armaanon ki raahon me bharta hoon
ab yaadon ke kaante jab chubhte hain, aasoon nahi behte
darta hoon taqdeer ke modh par, na ho gar hariyali toh
bas rok leta hoon khayalon ko
phir sacchai ka saamna karne joojhta hoon, khud se doharaata hoon
ab yaadon ke kaante na tokenge gulistano me mehak rehte
raushni bhar jaani hai zindagani ki raahon me
bas datkar chhoona hai naye un mukaamon ko
Thoughts of the life behind remain but laden with that streak of light I derive energy from within. Blocking untold memories from inflicting an unseen future, I stride ahead with a quest for that phoenix acknowledging my need to rise back from the ashes. I repeat hope is not a good strategy but having one sure is better than none..