the drops of dew on the leaf reminiscent of a night past.... of passions that overtook us
tu mile na mile - yeh haseen silsile.....
those moments will live in the depth of my heart for as long as it beats.
I open my eyes and wish them closed yet again.
ek gehra ehsaas hai ki tum mere kareeb ho
but the image that is conjured up is not real.
waqt ke saath yeh tasveer bhi dhundli ho gayi hai.
the water that flows under the bridge erodes many a stone and pillar.
someday the water will win and the bridge will be but a memory.
kuchh nishaan mitte nahin
these scars I shall carry forever
the blood that has flowed, stains the leaf and my soul
Someday there will be repentance; someday I shall wash myself clean;
someday this soul will break free.
That day is not today