Friday, March 16, 2012

inspiration n me....makes no sense.



"for i m the master of my destiny
for i m the driver of my soul"

-Nelson Mandela










for when i see, it all seems fair

but when i take a deeper glare

and i get into d idea

its not at all that simple

not even like you notice your girlfriend's pimple




it requires more than a few 

somethings u'll hav to glue

an idea dat u hav to own

n this starts your count to one




but whats d charm of an idea u just play with

unless u back it

with things dat matter d most

determination, valour and pride

should always be on ur side




this is when u start moving

an idea you own, needs proving

for they'll always have a say to say

the part i like, is u dont care




for you've seen people waste their lives

runnin after jobs, cars and multiple wives




i urge you all to think again

its ur life and is goin in vain.

For if I ever worshipped, I'd worship you DAD


har woh khwab jo maine siddat se jiya
inn aankho mein, tumne hi toh tha diya
har pal jo main jasn manata raha
har lutf inn sansoo ka uthata raha
tumne hi toh mujhe di woh aazadi
tumhare sang hi toh kuch geet sunahray gaata raha.


Darr ki zanjeero mein bandha hua aaya tha
Dariya ke par dekhne ki himmat kaha thi mujhme
khidkiya band thi sang inn aankho ke
bhawaroon se ubharne ki himmat kaha thi mujhme
tab tumne hi toh haath thama tha mera
tumne hi toh darwaza woh khat-khataya tha
''lehro se khelna hai bada assa''
waqt se tez chalne tumhi ne toh sikhaya tha.


meri aankho ka rang mujhi se lekar
duniya meri sawari hai tumne
ek awaaz jo mere andar thi,
bina sune uski tasweer utari hai tumne
bharosa mujhe khud pe kabhi na tha
ba-fakr' chalna sikhaya tumhine
kuch durr toh sabhi saath chalte hai
ta-umr' hai saath nibhaya tumhi ne
jeena toh sab sikhlatay hai
pankh dekar udna sikhaya hai tumhi ne


nasha apne sapno ka baatt'ta mein kiss say
kisse batata ki kya sochta hu
jo tum na hote, na hoti yeh duniya
na hote yeh manjar jo main dekhta hu.
meri rooh ke har zarre' pe malikana haq hai tumhara
tumhi se yeh jiwan, yeh sansay, yeh hassti
aaj jab khayal aaya ki tumhare bina main kya hu
sehm sa gaya mann
shambhala tumhine

Take me Home


With arms wide open
I invite you in.
Either take me with you
Or call my sin.

For long i have waited 
With triumps and wins
It only gets longer
When the air gets thin

The time has come
I have played my part
With you i shall
For bliss, depart

With arms wide open
I invite you in.
Either take me with you
Or call my sin.