apnon se milke jo vishwaas insaaniyat mein khoya
gairon se woh vishwaas phirse paaya
aise bhi kisse hua karte hain kya kahiye
haan jise chaaha , usne muhn moda
dil cheekha , zubaan ne uf na ki
jaane kaunsi umeed abhi bhi dil mein hai baaki
dil toot ke juda nahi ki phir tudwaane ke liye uth khade ho jaate hain hum
socha tha dushman hamaara koi aur hai
paaya ki khudse bada dushman hamaara koi nahi hai….
a rough translation of the above, for a few friends, who complain that their english and chinese and greek and latin is better than their hindi……..so here’s for u dears…..dont want the hindi version to go waste on u….
i did manage to find in meeting up with strangers….
such r the tales that life springs at u….what do u say…..
yepp….he who this thingummy called the heart loved…., turned away……
…..the heart screamed….nary a sound escaped the lips……
Still who knows, but what hope lingers on…..
once beaten…., yet picking up the shattered remains..
the heart trudges along……..ready to be beaten all over again….
looking for the enemy without…..
and what do u know, i find….
a greater enemy of the self …is nowhere else to be found….
except within my very own self……
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