It's after midnight
And I'm listening to The Doors
And I think in Jim Morrison's symphony -
I'm a Rider On The Storm
With People who Are Strange
But I say, "Hello, I Love You, can you tell me your name?"
I beg them to Light My Fire
But they don't even try...
How long will I try to Break On Through To The Other Side?
Love Me Two Times, before I say I'm goin' away

But maybe I don't have to feel lonely
As long as there is good music out there

Every morning she woke up early
When emptiness would invade the court  
But she would break her each sweat
Being crystal clear about her goal

Her every victory and her every loss
Made her improve from who she was  
She had dreams to achieve, races to compete in
She didn’t have time to give up

She recognised her weaknesses  
Determined and earnest  
She toiled alone each day  
She worked hard to be the best  

Slowly, patience seemed to wear out
The results weren’t in haste
Loss after loss gave its taste to her
She accepted it as her fate

She let the thread loose
The fire inside of her seemed to be dim
Things that she cared so much for
Seemed so far away, so slim

She was made of passion
Of a driving sensation
And all she amounts to now
Are long lost appreciations

कैसे लिख दू  इन पन्नों पर
अपने इस दिल की तन्हाई
तुम जो अब नहीं हो तो
पुरानी यादें लौट कर आई

How shall I write on these pages
The loneliness of my heart
Now that you're not here
Old memories have come back

तुम्हारी जिन्दगी का अंत
कभी हमने सोचा न था
तुम अपनी ही जान ले लोगी
हमने कभी परखा न था

Your life's end
Never did we think about it
You will take your own life
We never had a glimpse about it

ये कैसा दंड दीया है तुमने?
बिन बोले मर जाने का
ये कैसा दंड दीया है तुमने?
बिन चाहे छोड़ जाने का

What kind of a punishment have you given?  
Without saying, you died
What kind of a punishment have you given?
Without wanting, you left

क्या जीवन की रोशनी
इतनी फिकी पड़ गई
कि मौत के गहरे अंधेरे में
तुम अपने आप को खो गई?

Did life's light
Get so dim
That in death's deep darkness
You lost yourself?

What is your story, old man?
You lie in bed, shuddering
Do your kids burn their eyes?
Watching you suffering?  

What is your story, nurse?
You’ve witnessed every ail    
Are you too weary of deaths?
Detachment over pain?  

What is your story, lady?
You’re a pile of tubes and veins
Did life get too ******* you?
Dying from old age?

What is your story, doctor?
Try to treat and repeat
Is it all a tirade of situations?
Is normalcy too far away?  

What is your story, child?
Tear-stains cover childishness  
Is the reality too sobering?
Does it overpower happiness?

A poet would live in a hospital
Where there are lives to discover
And stories to be shared
Which may be left untold forever

Fluttering fireflies
Why is it so hard to say goodbye?

A new girl
In a new place
Lonely, yet to be loved
But what if there's no love
What if I lose myself in the hatred
Then, then, WHAT of the outcome?

The present is merely like fireflies
Whipping wings in the dancing sky
But not long after
They will be gone
Engulfed in the empty spaces, forgotten, forlorn

They said there was karma
That everything bad you did
Eventually came back at you
And she thought he will suffer
That he will be a broken heart  
Just like she was after rejection
But he didn't cry like she did
He didn't die a thousand deaths
He didn't sink with his heavy heart
He didn't suffer from karma's bet
Instead he smiled and glowed
And held hands with his dear one
He was happy, for ****'s sake
But she, she was still alone