Imagine Your Feelings And Emotions
As Tints, Color And Hues
Would Your Life’s Notes
Be A Color Of Skies Or Blue Of Oceans?

Just Like A Box Full Of Crayons
My Life Has Been A Whirl Of Tints
With Love And Living
Getting Married And Having Sons

I Am Always Carrying Mexico In My Nostrils,
Tecate’s Smell Of Burning Garbage,
Ashed Things Blown Around Afterward.

The Beautiful Orphanage,
That Place Of Death, Valley Of Deformity
Squeezed Between Large Rolling Hills.

Maanaa Ke Pyaar “Aisaa” Hota Hain
Ya Phir Pyaar “Waisaa” Hota Hain
Magar Kaisey Maanengey Ham Ke
Pyaar “Aisaa-Waisaa” Hota Hain

Yahaan Dil Ka Soudaa Hota Hain
Ya Phir Takdeer Savarnaa Hota Hain
Jo Jitnii Ibaadat Kartaa Utni
Duvaa Ka Wo Hakdaar Hota Hain

Waah Re Zindagi Kya Rang To Kya Roop Tera,
Kadi Dhoop Se Bhi Battar Raha Hai Mukkadar Mera

Manzilen Hamesha Se Hi Duur Banayi Hamne,
Aur Beech Main Hi Khatam Ho Gaya Hai Safar Mera

Kiya Yehi Piyaar Ki Intiha Nahin
Kiya Ae Piyaar Ka Silsila Nahin

Tum Na Deakha Nahin Jakae Gulshan Main
Kaesae Kehtae Ho Phul Koi Khila Nahin

Dil Mein Khalish Sa Hota Hai Jahn Suna Suna Sa Rhata Hai
Hai Shayad Kuch Baaki Jo Badan Sulgti Baarish Sa Rhata Hai

Shamo Sahar Dil Kuch Udaas Kuch Tanhaa Tanha Sa Rahta Hai
Hai Shayad Koi Jiska Mere Tasvvur Ko Intzaar Sa Rahta Hai