The moon The sun The stars The sky We all see the same ones Just in different times As some are sleeping Others are waking From around the world Keep on praying
My wings were clipped the day I was born I was put under the pressure of a billion eyes My dreams ripped my skies torn My life was built on a faithful lie
The shadows of my imagination feared the glare of their expectations My broken bones, My shattered heart Sang the stories of me being torn apart
The flower in the garden will one day be gone it may be beautiful now but it wont last that long So like a flower one day we will see In the end, How broken we would be
न बांधो न दिशा दो बस थोड़ा प्रकाश दो और उड़ने को आकाश दो कोई रहस्य नहीं, एक बेल हूँ मैं तुम पर अवलंबित हूँ पर अमरबेल नहीं बढ़ रही हूँ तुम्हारे संग गुँथ गयी हूँ तुम्हारे अंग अंत तक के लिये....
This wandering pen Has hacked through thickets And traipsed the borderlands, Praying in it's cold temples And crossing its sweet-pined mountains To find the same riverbank Where its journey began --