If you could see beyond the waves, then you would have known what I think ... if you would have heard that voice, then you would have known what I think ... if the curtain of your stubbornness moves, then you would have seen beyond the window ... if you would have moved the eyelids of your habits from your eyes, then you would have known what I think

If only you trusted yourself a little bit like me, then you would have come some distance with me ... if only you would have shared the color of my eyes, then you would have come some distance with me ... if only the allure of the sky kissed you, your hope would have found a new life ... and to touch my flight in the next life, you would have come some distance with me

All the little shreds of memories are scattered on the lawn of stolen moments ... I've come so far walking on them bare feet ... that now I've forgotten where I left my shoes ... my soles were soft when I came, and they are still weak and they will remain weak ... for as long as the pranks of these bittersweet memories go on tickling them ... truly I've forgotten where I left my shoes ... but now I think I won't need them

He can even eat the covering of the hair's skin ... if he can get it then he will even eat months and years ... he can even eat the remaining well-being of someone unwell ... he can even eat the sadness of an untimely dying heart ... he can eat the son of Lalu, he can eat the guns of naxalites, he can eat the fun of childhood, he can eat the shawl of old age ... leave aside shyness, he can even eat the style of a shameless ... and if it's possible to put it on a plate, he'll even eat a thought