The chance was never mine
Had it been mine
I would have got it
Never Mind
...
We might have left the jungles
but we have not forgotten them
We might have clipped our nails
but we have not forgtten the claws.
...
When the spirit flows
throught the viens
The feet float
over the ground
...
I wanted to fly
I thought that I would reach the sky
But They made me cry
they made me feel that the sky is too high
...
Thy hatred
For my existence
Is not my creation
It's thy imagination
...
I DON'T WANT TO BE GREAT BUT I HAVE THE MATERIAL FOR IT AND I CAN'T HELP IT.)
खिले खिले
हवाओं को कौन
क़ैद कर पाया है
बारिशों को कौन
टोक पाया है
बहो कुछ ऐसे
दिल कहे
कितने दिनों बाद
मिले हो
कैसे इतने
खिले खिले हो ।