DISTANCES

Looks like i've lost u forever, seems like you won't be back,

feels like i'll die without you, its all so dark and black...

Distances may have grown between you n me,

Its not like the old times...

Its no more about love and care anymore i see,

Egoes do kill the the love sometimes...

Looks like i've lost u forever, seems like you won't be back,

feels like i'll die without you, its all so dark and black...

why is there this burden on my heart,

that its keeps on hoping

it tries to be fine, after being torn apart

but the effort is groping...

Looks like v've lost each other, seems like we don't care

feels like u r around me, but i know that you're not there...

MAA...

maa... tu kyun lori nai sunaati,

ek arsa ho gaya soye hue...

kyun nai mujhe apne paas bulaati,

bahot waqt ho gaya, roye hue...

tu meri baaton ko bina kahe samajhti thhi,

meri pashton ko sun sun kar hansti thhi...

aaj cheekh kar bhi tujhe keh nai pata,

tu nai samjhegi, keh kar, tera dil dukhata...

woh tera ungli pakad kar scool le jaana,

apne kandhe par bitha kar jhoola jhulana...

na jaane kahaan reh gaya woh zamana,

woh mera hansna toh tera muskurana...

maa, tu kyun nai goadi mein bithati

ek arsa ho gaya hai befiqar hue

kyun nai mujhe apne paas bulati,

bahot waqt ho gaya roye hue

bahot waqt ho gaya roye hue...

A PROMISE TO KEEP...

I saw, I fell

Deep, very deep.

I believe it swells

the loneliness, i weep...

Lost my self, my pride

Couldn't see it coming, opening my eyes wide.

Being sorry for nothing,

Then apologizing for everything...

I can't look in the mirror,

My image hates me & my name.

It pities me, abuses me,

For i made it go through the same...

I realized deep down there,

Was it all worth it, was it all fair.

I looked around to see the walls of agony,

The wound grew wid a painful symphony

I hope it ends soon, & again I rise

I never would loose it, my self, my pride

No more I shall fall, no more shall i weep

Its a promise to myself, that I'll always keep...

I WISH...

It comes, i hold it , it slips,
I'm striving hard for it, its happiness...

It shines, its stuck, it flips
I wonder if it works out for me, its luck...

Its there, it abounds, then gone,
I'm dying to get it, its togetherness...

I hope i wasn't desperate as i sound,
I try to be content, but failure mounds...

I'm tired of being non-existent,
I'm sick of being unlucky...

Now i wish for my soul to seperate from dis lousy body
I wish to be free, i wish to be free...

Dilemma

I feel torn, I feel wasted
Disappointment never felt so, when I had tasted
I blame no one but my own self
Its not her fault, its destiny itself

I have somehow realized, that I'm scared to touch her
The day-dreaming's over, and the gestures deter

She may not understand, what i went through
As I'm good at pretending, and same I'll pursue

Love, if I try, I fail to define
Pretend I may, but love enshrines
Yes I feel wasted, yes I feel torn
But as long as she's there, my life's adorned...