chakravyuh me ghusane se pahale
mai kaun thaa aur kaisaa tha
ye mujhe yaad hi na rahega
chakravyuh me ghusane ke baad
mere aur chakravyuh ke bich
sirf ek jaanlevaa nikatata thi
iska mujhe pata hi na chalega

chakravyuh se bahar nikalne par
mai mukt ho jaaun bhale hi
phir bhi
chakravyuh ki rachana me
farq hi na padega
marun ya maarun
mara jaaun ya jaan se maar dun
iska faisala kabhi na ho payega

soya hua aadami jab nid se uth kar
chalana shuru kartaa hai
tab sapano kaa sansaar use dubara
dikh hi na payaega

us roshani me jo nirnay ki roshani hai
sab kuchh samaan hoga kyaa

ek palade me napusakataa
ek palade me paurush
ek palade me napusakataa
ek palade me paurush
aur thik taraazu ke kaante par
ardh-satya

Before the labyrinth's maw,
Who I was, how I was, lost to the echo,
A forgotten whisper.
After the plunge, a lethal dance began,
Me and the maze, a closeness of death,
A truth I would never grasp.

Emerging, free perhaps,
Yet the labyrinth's design remains,
Unchanged, unmoved.
To kill or be killed,
To be struck down or to strike,
The choice, forever unbound.

The sleeper awakes, and walks the world,
The dreamscape fades,
Lost to the light of day.
Never to be seen again.

In the light of judgment,
Will all things be equal?

On one side, the barren,
On the other, the potent,
On one side, the barren,
On the other, the potent,
And poised on the scales' heart,
The fragile half-truth.