Perhaps
If I walk on enough flowers
or maybe shatter
ample hearts,
I may just forget the fact
that
I am made of broken parts.

Jo kal mere sath sahmati ke
Rangon ke kalaap sang hansi baant rahe the

Wo hi aaj hansi ka mohra
mujhe bana rahe the

Mujhe apni batane ki sudh kaha
Hansi mujhe aap mein aa rahi
Duniya ke iss
Jane anjane nasheeley baagaan ke beech
astitva jiska khud hi dhuaan hai

Kal gar jo mujhe rota hua tumne dekh liya
Toh mat puchhna matlab uss nazare ka
Wo nazara, jo meri ruh ko sula khud
Ek naatak dikha raha hoga
Iss badan ka.

Hum jise  sach man rahe the
Wo to  tha  ek vaham
apno ne hi maar Diya Varna
Gairo mein Kya  tha dum
Bhool Hui sabhi ko samaj ke apna
Wo to gulam samajke todte Gaye sapna
Janam le liya Sirf itna tha gunah
Iski saari umra milti rahi saja
Socha tha hai humara hak, hai humara bhi mahatva
Badi der lagi samajne mein nahi humara koi astitva
Yeh aisi duniya jisme prem se bada aham
Saari umra jise sachchai samja wo to nikala bhram
E dile nadaan na karna koi ummeed
Jald hi seekh le  yeh hi hai jag ki reet
Jane kis Kalam se likhi khuda ne hamari kismat
Saari Zindagi pyaar na Mila mili hai sirf nafrat
Than li hai ab khud se muh na modenge
Jo bahar se na Mila use ander hi khojenge