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
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
दोपहर !तेरे बारे मे कोई न कहे,याद तुझे कोई न करे | तेरे चुपके से आने का इंतज़ार कौन ही करता है ?तू खामखा खड़ा हैचौखट पर,लोटे की ताक मे,तुझे अर्चन देनेकौन ही आएगा ? मुर्झायें डालों परहर अंग सिकुड़ता है,कराहता हर मन,कोसे तुझे ज़ुबाने,बेहिसाब
Truant moon,Absent life,I think of youThis lonely night. Did you finally leaveThe silent sky?To find your loverOf the morning light. Or wane becauseI failed to harkTo the soothing songsOf your moonlight. Didn’t you showHow chirpy daysWould always dieA gradual death? How darker daysWould pave away,A
Receding life,Night time,Go back to the darkWhere you came from.Put on the lightsFor you can’t seeYour murky alleyOf crimesYou commitEvery day –Deeds you didOn a wild hunch,Just so you could haveYour morning brunchOver a graveyard of corpses.Land of the faunaIs defeated,Trampled down,By human greed.Your home
Throw me into the worldTo notice little things,From the throbbing of my heartWhen I go silent with the wind. To the nooks that hideCobwebs in my room,And the walk that drivesMy legs out of the gloom. While the moon seeksRespite from the clouds,The sun rides
Rent me a place in your childhood,I wish to witness your lifeTake form as you growOld as you are now,And I want to hold you tightAfter every little fightYou had with lifeTrying to figure outWhy some things never panned outWhen they worked out in your