If I ever had the power to do something
Would that I had got rid of my own shade

Outer eye strikes the outer surface
But
inner eye strikes the inner soul
Outer surface is going to decay
But
the inner soul is eternal

Would that I had become the eyes of blind one
And might have I seen what he wanted to see
Would that I had become the touch sense
And might have conveyed the message
To those who wanted to touch and feel
Would that I had become the tongue of a dumb one
And might have I made the speech what he wanted to speak
Would that I had become the ears of a deaf one
And might have I heard what he wanted to listen
O, chirping of birds
Whispering of morning air
I often think!

A man thinks for those
Who can’t think for others
Pray for those
Who don't pray for others
Without knowing the foes
A man feels friendship with others
But
When he recognizes his hidden foes
He don’t try to make them friends
By
forgiving, praying and caring
With his splendid rays of character

Love is the essence
where roses live with thorns
no one rejected
no one hated
and
fragrance spreads everywhere

I am in need of home sweet home
Free of terror, without any error
as I need you and these all
Sun, Spring, Winter, Rain and Snow fall

After sixty years,
Easter morns
Still give me a
Resurrection.

These boys are all the same
All they do is wanna play childish games
Always saying things that are untrue
Just to get a chance to be with you

It won’t be too long before he calls you his girl
And makes you feel like you’re his world
But get ready for a swirl

Your feelings have deepen for him
But now he’s starting to play with your emotions
He says he wants to keep his options open

Before you know it he’s gone
Making you think you did something wrong
But all along it was he that led you on

These boys are all the same
All they do is wanna play childish games
Always saying things that are untrue
Just to get a chance to be with you

Deceiving others is easy
But not a good deed
Deceiving own self is difficult
One who performs
Remains in difficulties all the life

A plucked and crushed flower
Emits the fragrance
and goes to the last mile
With a smiling and dashing face
At last!
It leaves rosy scars, behind.
As the victims do
With the message
"Do and Die for others"
"As the inner soul of a good one is always the good"
"There is no change coming
whether you oppose or appreciate
"As tears often turn into morning dews
and the morning star is the witness
The message chases the killer till his last breath
In such a way
When one conceives and feels
Neve can forgive his self
"As the impossible task in the world is
Forgiving own self."

"Who Is Who" is a study
and
Travel towards me
"Who Am I?" is the knowledge
But
Travel towards You
"What, You Want?" is a blessing
O' My Lord!
Bless Me

One who can not make change in oneself
Is it possible for him to make a change in others?
A flower that can't blossom
How can it emit a fragrance?
One who can't make determination
How can he find a way out?
One who doesn't know you
How can he talk about you?
One who can't struggle in darkness
How can he make a journey to light?
Morning is for those who've struggled at night