I have my dream
Is it for keeps?
What the unknown holds
Is it what I seek?
I know not for sure
Are the chances bleak?
Certainly there are expectations
Is it something I can meet?
How the mind thinks no one knows for sure. What it thinks, some of it can be witnessed on this page.
I have my dream
Is it for keeps?
What the unknown holds
Is it what I seek?
I know not for sure
Are the chances bleak?
Certainly there are expectations
Is it something I can meet?
Trying to chase a dream
That’s been stuck in my mind
Persistent like a flowing stream
Something that’s not mine
Should I pursue?
Or let it be
It'll remainIt happened that time
When I first met you
Something that was mine
I was deeply moved
Too scared was I to say
Expressed it not
I had hid it every day
Courage I had not got
We then went our ways
It was lost but not forgotten
It still lurks within
Yes it was a feeling
A feeling unnamed
tere bin main yun kaise jiya
kaise jiya tere bin
tere bin main yun kaise jiya
kaise jiya tere bin
lekar yaad teri raaten meri kati - 2
mujhse baaten teri karti hai chaandani
tanha hai tujh bin raaten meri
din mere din ke jaise nahi
tanha badan tanha hai ruh nam meri aankhen rahe
aaja mere ab rubaru
jeena nahi bin tere
tere bin main yun kaise jiya
kaise jiya tere bin
tere bin main yun kaise jiya
kaise jiya tere bin
kabse aankhen meri raah mein tere bichhi - 2
bhule se hi kahi tu mil jaaye kabhi
bhule na mujhse baaten teri
bheegi hai har pal aankhen meri
kyun saans loon kyun main jiyu
jeena bura sa lage
kyun ho gaya tu bewafaaa mujhko bata de wajah
tere bin main yun kaise jiya
kaise jiya tere bin ...
tere bin main yun kaise jiya
kaise jiya tere bin ...
Atif Aslam
Curiosity got the better of us
We sought and we discovered
We listened and we saw
We toyed and we played
We quarreled we fought
We thought and we contemplated
For curiosity got the better of us
An alluring allusion the causerie was not.
Phantasmagoria built on pity it was.
An austere obdurate of capricious nature.
A poignant denouement of a quixotic utopia.
Forlorn, yet with a fixity to regenerate.
Like Antares radiant in its celestial return.
Emancipating solitary sentiments into oblivion.
Tergiversating from the raptures bygone.
Desensitized to all endearment for futurity.
Penance for former infatuation unsought.
Nor any blame for instigation sought.
Desire for amiable consonance redeemed.
What is hate but self-immolation,
Through the heart
Quite unlike a cupid’s arrow
Denial of the most precious of senses
Satisfying our lust for self-righteousness
Vilifying the puritan escapades
Implicating the innocence inside
Leaving the demons unchained
Our thoughts slip into repression
No going back, imprisoned
Sinner for life