The first day I saw him,
That was different,
And I start observing.
I knew that,
Not everyone in this world is real,
But when I realized,
there was no one real like him.

When my eyes first met him,
Like magic in his eyes,
And I lost it all.
I still knows it's the,
Best thing that happened.

When we talked,
Kindness in his smile,
It's just like,
As if the happiness ,
is just living with him.
And falling in love with him,
Was the finest thing that happened.

Today ,
how many days later I am here in the open air,
Even today the wind is moving as fast,
And different glow in the fragrance of flowers,
But someone else is the reason for coming here,
Some other reason for happiness,
someone else in my prayers
somewhere,
These winds still ache,
The heart wants to be lost somewhere in these winds,
And then I don't even want to come back..

A poor person always quiet,
He can not speak his pain to anyone,
But he wants someone to understand.

All the day and night,
They worked for us,
In the heat and dust,
Still we don't talk with love and respect,
And
They still keep quiet.
To wait that
these people will change sometime.

A poor person also have some own needs,
But when someone needs,
they help them,
With the money, food , and shelter,
And also with their heart.

Don't know how these people are,
who don't even understand each other's pain.
But they still keep quiet.

I do not know how,
These people can keep quiet all the time,
And
We should learn it from them,
That how they survive with their pain.

Nazdeekiyo se mohbaat hua nahi karti,
Khamosh rhene se dilo ki dooriya mita nahi karti,
Tere saath gujra har pal yaad ane laga,
Jab bhi khoshish ki bhulane ki ,
Doori chhat ki saza ban gayi,
Uski yaad to jeene ki wjha ban gayi.

Tere har jazbaato ki kadar h,
Intezaar me bitaani ye umaar h,
Teri awaaz sun ne ko beete ye pal h,
Har gham aur Khushi ki muje khabar h.

Par ye waqt mera nahi,
Jin yaado ko tum,
Mere saath saza na sako,
Sayad me es kabil nahi..

I'll send my words
That you know me more

And I'll send my thoughts
To heal your heart....

Feels too much,
Very easily it becomes someone else's heart,
And that feeling ,
Feels me to hard.
They find true hearts,
And happiness in little things,
But when you get attached easily,
You feel too much.

One day they hurt your heart,
And you will find yourself through apart,
But you will not be able to get away from there,
You want step back to stop being hurt,
And that feeling to much,
You feels too much.