Joh lehron se aage nazar dekh paati, toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon ... woh awaaz tumko bhi joh bhed jaati, toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon ... zid ka tumhare joh parda sarakta, khidkiyon se aage bhi tum dekh paate ... aankhon se aadaton ki joh palke hatate, toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon

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

Meri tarah hota agar khud par zara bharosa, toh kuch door tum bhi saath saath aate ... rang meri aankhon ka baantte zara sa, toh kuch door tum bhi saath saath aate ... nasha aasman ka joh choomta tumhe, hasratein tumhari naya janam paati ... khud doosre janam mein meri udaan chhoone, kuch door tum bhi saath saath aate

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

Choti choti chitrayi yaadein, bichhi hui hai lamho ki lawn pe ... nange pair unpar chalte chalte itni door aa gaye hai ... ki ab bhool gaye hai joote kahaan utare the ... edi komal thi jab aaye the, thodi si nazuk hai abhi bhi aur nazuk hi rahegi ... in khatti meethi yaadon ki shararat jab tak inhe gudgudati rahe ... sach bhool gaye hai joote kahan utaare the ... par lagta hai ki ab unki zaroorat nahi

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

Har baal ki khaal ki yeh chaal bhi kha jaaye ... iske haath padh jaaye toh mahiney saal bhi kha jaaye ... kisi behal ka bacha haal joh haal kha jaaye ... bemaut marte mann ka yeh malaal kha jaaye ... Lalu ka laal kha jaaye, naxal baari ki naal kha jaaye, bachpan ka dhamaal kha jaaye, budhape ki shawl kha jaaye ... haya toh chhodo behaya ki chaal bhi kha jaaye ... aur agar parosa ja sake toh khayal bhi kha jaaye

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