Starvation (Song)

Being in the city,
Having nobody,
No one to share,
No one to care.

Life is spent,
Repaying house rent,
But no companion,
With whom I can share and confide in.

This is just unfair,
This loneliness is hard to bear,
My heart cries through dawn and dusk,
I starve to be loved in a world so brusque.

An empty house,
To stare at each day,
The feeling of guilt,
Kills me, although I realise time is ticking away.

Nobody to replace this emotion,
I feel broken and smashed deep within,
This feeling of depression, literally,
Makes my ambitions and motives bury themselves inside me.

This is just unfair,
This loneliness is hard to bear,
My heart cries through dawn and dusk,
I starve to be loved in a world so brusque.

*Brusque:- Impolite.

नाता

इस संसार में,

मिलती हूँ मैं अलग लोगों से,

मगर उन में वह बात नहीं,

जो तुझ में थी।

तुझसे मिली,

तो लगा कि कोई फरिश्ता है तू,

हर मजबूरी को बिन कहे समझे,

हर दर्द के लिए मरहम बने।

कोई तो अच्छे कर्म किए होंगे,

जो तुझसा दोस्त मिला,

जो कभी न टूटा जाता,

ऐसा है हमारा नाता।

इस पूरी दुनिया से,

लड़ने की है ताकत,

एक दूसरे के लिए,

हम साया भी बने कड़कती धूप में।

कहीं पर तो,

बनेगा यह नाता मशहूर,

एक मिसाल बन जाएगी,

जो आने वाले हर पीढ़ी को याद रहेगी।

Lost between the lines

Our lives are so unique,
Yet similar in many ways.
We slog for our bread and butter,
Yet "I want more" our heart says.

This lifestyle that we are living,
Has so much to offer.
Yet it steals,
All the small happiness, because of which we suffer.

Our routine is so confined,
Commute from home to office.
We get so busy in that,
We forget that the actual meaning of life is bliss.

Our ambitions get crushed,
Yet we seem to be fine.
But the reality doesn't lie,
It says one simple thing, "Routine makes you organised, but somehow while organising your work, your passion gets lost between the lines."

Life is too short,
To ponder over negative energy.
Your passion can become your income,
Just follow your heart, and see a change in attitude drastically.