ye jindagi bhi kya kya hamko dikhalaati hai
sapano ki dhundhali raah mein
ye jindagi bhi hame kaha leke aa jaati hai
ik anjaani si chaah me
jaane hamko kya paana hai, socho kya hai apni manjil
samjhaane se kab maana hai
dekho karta jidd hai ye dil
chhune hai taare ise, chaahiye saare ise

ye jindagi bhi kitani baate keh jaati hai
ik sidhi saadhi baat mein
ye jindagi bhi kyun itane khwaab sajaati hai
har suni suni raat mein
khwaabo mein koi armaan hai
puchho dil se armaan kya hai
mushkil hai ya wo aasaan hai
sun lo dil toh ye kehata hai
chhune hai taare ise, chaahiye saare ise

jo palako ke tale, hai apne sapane leke chale
ye keh do wo chale sambhal ke
na kar na koyi gile, kahi jo thokar aisi lage
ki sapne tute aansu chhalake
jo palako ke tale, hai apne sapane leke chale
ye keh do wo chale sambhal ke
na kar na koyi gile, kahi jo thokar aisi lage
ki sapne tute aansu chhalake
ye jindagi bhi kya kya hamko dikhalaati hai
sapano ki dhundhali raah mein
ye jindagi bhi hame kaha leke aa jaati hai
ik anjaani si chaah me
jaane hamko kya paana hai
socho kya hai apani manjil
samjhaane se kab maana hai
dekho karata jidd hai ye dil
chhune hai taare ise, chaahiye saare ise
jo palako ke tale, hai apane sapane leke chale
ye keh do wo chale sambhal ke
na kar na koyi gile, kahi jo thokar aisi lage
ki sapane tute aansu chhalake
jo palako ke tale, hai apane sapane leke chale
ye keh do wo chale sambhal ke
na kar na koyi gile, kahi jo thokar aisi lage
ki sapane tute aansu chhalake

Life, a kaleidoscope of unveilings,
shows us paths veiled in dreams' haze,
where life itself, our spirit entangles,
in a yearning, an unknown maze.

What seeks our grasp, what is our station?
The heart, a rebel, will not be tamed,
persists in its own fixation,
to touch the stars, to have them claimed.

Life whispers secrets, a simple narration,
in the quiet of each lonely night,
why does life weave such elation,
with dreams that fill the fading light?

Dreams conceal desires untold,
ask the heart, what does it crave?
Is the path a story to unfold,
or a journey that it must save?
Listen, the heart its plea imparts,
to touch the stars, to hold the all.

Beneath the lashes, where dreams reside,
let them walk with watchful tread.
Do not lament, let naught abide,
if stumbling breaks dreams instead,
and tears instead fall ahead.

Beneath the lashes, where dreams reside,
let them walk with watchful tread.
Do not lament, let naught abide,
if stumbling breaks dreams instead,
and tears instead fall ahead.

Life, a kaleidoscope of unveilings,
shows us paths veiled in dreams' haze,
where life itself, our spirit entangles,
in a yearning, an unknown maze.

What seeks our grasp, what is our station?
The heart, a rebel, will not be tamed,
persists in its own fixation,
to touch the stars, to have them claimed.

Beneath the lashes, where dreams reside,
let them walk with watchful tread.
Do not lament, let naught abide,
if stumbling breaks dreams instead,
and tears instead fall ahead.

Beneath the lashes, where dreams reside,
let them walk with watchful tread.
Do not lament, let naught abide,
if stumbling breaks dreams instead,
and tears instead fall ahead.