ye pal jo hai wo hadse hai ya phir likhe yunhi the
tay huye the pehle hi ya phir ye tay nahi the
apne begasne rishto ke mane ko pehchana
mrigtrishna hai ye duniya zamana humne jana
kyu gire hai toot ke
jab jude hum kabhi bhi nahi the, nahi the

simti lipti sehmi si bezar, bezar kyu hai zindagi
yu hi ghut ke jeene ka hi naam, hi naam kyu hai zindagi
kya bataye ye rang bhari haseen titliyo si kabhi thi
rengte ke kechuvo jaisi to nahi thi
ispe na jane kin galtiyo ka hai jurmana
mrigtrishna hai ye duniya zamana humne jana
kyu gire hai toot ke
jab jude hum kabhi bhi nahi the, nahi the

These moments, were they fate's harsh hand,
Or words penned, preordained upon the sand?
Were paths laid down before the dawn's first light,
Or wanderings adrift in endless night?
To know the kinships, real and seeming far,
The world's a mirage, as we truly are.
Why shatter, broken, at the breaking point,
When never joined, our spirits dis-anoint?

Life, huddled, fearful, weary, evermore,
Why does it suffocate, and nothing pour?
What can we say, of hues, once bright and free,
Like butterflies, in joyous reverie?
No crawling worm, in shadowed, dusty plight,
Upon this debt, of errors, wrong, and slight,
The world's a mirage, as we truly are,
Why shatter, broken, near and yet so far,
When never joined, our spirits dis-anoint?