think of an euphemism… a violent clam… the numbness of your enthusiasm!
why do we ponder on how the wind blows, and “oh, autumn’s coming”? an extension of thyself, lest we forget how human we are!
a extract from the song below…
this is my story, a silent memoir
the placidity questions you, “why are you carrying this burden”?
a episode in itself, lonliness responds
every scar screams, attempting to grab my attention…
strings – zinda: listen to this song here
(you need real player for this)
yeh hai meri kahani
khamosh zindagani
sannata keh raha hai
kyun zulm seh raha haiek dastaan purani
tanhayi ki zubani
her zakham khil raha hai
kuch mujh se keh raha haichubtay kantay yadoon ke daaman say chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mai zinda hoonbass yeh meri kahani
benishaan nishaani
ek darr beh raha hai
kuch mujh se keh raha haichubtay kaanten yadoon ke daaman se chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoonbajay pyaar ki shabnum mere gulistaan mein
baraste rehte hain har simt maut ke saye
siyahiyon se ulajh padti hain meri aankhein
koi nahi .. koi bhi nahi jo batlaye
kitni der ujalon ki raah dekhe
koi nahi hai koi bhi nahi
na pass na durr
yeh pyaar hai
dil ki dharkan
apni chahat ka jo ellan kiye jaati hai
zindagi hai jo jiye jaati hai
khoon k ghoont peay jaati hai
khwaab aankhon se siye jaati haiab na koi paas hai
phir bhi ehsaas hai
yahiaon mai uljhi padi
jeene ki ek aas hai
yadoon ka jungle yeh dil
kaanton se jal thal yeh dilchubtay kaanten yadoon ke daaman se chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon



