इत्तेफाक से कुछ ऐसे हालात हो गए
कल तक जो अज़नबी थे, आज वो भी साथ हो गए
फिर भी इक कसक है दिल मे उनके जाने का
ना जाने क्यूं सारे जवाब आज सवालात हो गए

Coincidentally, things happened this way
Yesterday's strangers have become my Known ones today
Still there's a pang in my heart over her departure
Don't know why all the answers have turned into questions these days..!

I'm sorry I can't give the
love
you feel

I'm sorry I can't feel the
love
you give

I'm sorry for everything
I've done

More so for what
I never did

Of splendid thrones of gold  
or treasures manifold  
  
Of jewelled caskets  
or lavish banquets  
  
Of Emirs and rajahs  
Of Sultan and Shahs  
  
Of kings and queens  
Of rulers and emperors  
  
Of sparkling crowns  
or flowing gowns  
  
Of their subservient stewards and obedient pages  
Of their stalwart squires and servile knaves  
  
Of poor humble, docile minions  
who tended to regal pavilions  
And obeisantly carried royal palanquins  
Oh and some were real life harlequins  
  
Of castles and palaces  
of abounding gold and silver  
in ostentatious regal splendour  
  
The sidelined fanning maids in waiting  
Yet to me only one thing worth noticing  
The minstrels who came to sing  
from afar for the queen and king  
  
For I'd rather be a poetess for kings  
so to my tunes swayed a kingdom  
than I be the king of mere subjects  
and be filled with regal boredom!  
  
So I could join ranks of  
troubadours  
and sing for the king  
some folklores.

I think you told a lie today
about the shadow on your mind.
I think you plan to die today,
and leave these follies far behind.

I wish you would write me a song,
and ink the truth within its verse.
Happy or sad, it's fine, so long
as this does not end in a hearse.