chalta pahiya chalne de
ruka faisla hone de
ek hausla
jalti sigrate jalne de
girgit sarpat daud dhup aur
kati patang uthi tarang hai berang
jutha rang
jo socha tha wo mila nahi
mila hai jo socha na tha

jo socha tha wo mila nahi
mila hai jo socha na tha
soch hai gahari tiki dupahri
aati hai jane ko shayad
rail pail khel khel me
dhakka mukki
sar par sagar jaise gagar
tona khona or pana
daulat chahat hasrat aafat
sarwam sundar naam ganpati
gyan naath gazanand

mushkil bhasha ek tamasha
choti choti choti aasha
ban jati hai badi nirasha
aas ka panchhi thaka hua sa
kacha wada paka hua sa
dabi dabi si hasrat koi
chupi chupi si harkat koi
bahar andar ka hai antar
bhula hua sa koi mantar
aaj aur kal me jo parda hai
asli nakli sab chalta hai
chalte rahna chalte rahna
ruk kar chalna, chalkar rukna
aana jana khana peena
rona gana or chillana
zindagi

style bhi hai smile bhi hai
tujh pe marna aur kuch karna
bat adhuri na jane kab ho puri
kahte kahte rah jana
rahte rahte sab kah jana
apni marzi apna sapna
apni apni ye majburi
kya hoti hai kyu hoti hai
pata nahi
do sanso ke bich ki duri
aag dhuaa aur pani
jani anjani ek kahani jindagi

Let the wheel turn, let it spin,
Let the stagnant choice begin.
A flicker of courage, a sigh,
Let the burning cigarette die.

A chameleon's sprint, sun's glare,
A kite cut loose, a wave of despair,
A colorless hue.
What was sought, it never came,
What arrived, was not the same.

What was sought, it never came,
What arrived, was not the same.
Thought profound, mid-day's hold,
Arriving to depart, a story untold.
In the games of life, a rush,
A jostle, a push.
A sea on the head, a burden to bear,
A charm, a loss, finding what's there,
Wealth, desire, longing, a storm,
To the beautiful name, Ganapati, in form.
Wisdom's lord, Gajanana's grace.

Difficult words, a grand show,
Tiny hopes, that quickly grow,
To vast despair, a bitter flow.
The bird of hope, weary and worn,
A promise frail, now surely born.
A hidden longing, subdued and low,
A hidden act, a secret to know.
The difference between within and without,
A forgotten mantra, shrouded in doubt.
The veil between today and tomorrow,
Authentic and false, a world of sorrow.
Keep moving, keep moving on,
Stop and start, then carry on.
Coming, going, eating, drinking,
Weeping, singing, and screaming, thinking,
Life, is all, it seems to be.

Style and smile, both intertwined,
To die for you, to leave something behind.
An incomplete word, when will it be said?
Saying everything, leaving nothing unsaid.
One's own will, one's own dream,
One's own compulsion, it would seem.
What is it, why does it be?
I do not know, it is the key.
The space between two breaths that fly,
Fire, smoke, and water, by and by.
A known, unknown, a tale to tell,
Life's journey, a living spell.