I can’t see with eyes wide open,
Baby hold me tight I am broken,
I fall if I try to walk,
Bruises all over my body,
Scars over my shadow,
I cannot hear,
Call my name,
Tell me it’s okay,
Be my eyes,
My ears,
Be my everything,
And nothing at all,
Come home baby,
I can’t see with eyes wide open……
And as the city diminished,
Engine slowly revving,
Just the sound of wind through our ears,
And a song on our lips,
We remembered how it felt,
How everything should be felt,
Synchronous, easy, natural…..
रोशनी का भी क्या कोई मुक़ाम होगा,
ना जाने क्यूँ फिर ये रोशन कर जाती है कई सर्द रातें,
बेजान में फूँक जाती है ये बेबाक़ जान,
इल्म ही नहीं इसे शायद,
क्या मुकम्मल इसकी बाज़ुएँ हैं,
ये है तो सब है,
ये नहीं तो क्या है…..
She was slowly diminished from his memory,
The words, the skin and all the roses red,
A century might have passed since I saw her,
He exclaimed while he strolled,
Her smell, her touch and oh god that beautiful hair,
Lost in the shadows among the unnamed,
She was still there,
But nowhere here,
They say time heals the worst of all scars,
She was his time and he was her mist air…….
As the night slowly descends,
The ghosts of the past,
The mistakes, the lost and the smothered,
The boy scared to his deepest bones,
Prepares himself for them,
Those that have chased him for eternity,
Hopelessness, despair and plight,
Everynight they come,
Sometimes shrivels him in his sleep,
Sometimes drop him to the trenches deep,
The boy scared and lonely,
Closes his eyes and tell himself each day,
This all would be worth someday,
For the night is not eternal,
For the plight is not eternal…..
It is the days like these that I realise,
The biting scorch and the igneous rock,
The wind that keeps me alive,
The water that keeps me afloat,
All just become a medium to survive,
The warmth of your skin,
And the moist of your kiss,
Are like clouds,
To this mighty sphere…..
