kuch lamhe tumhare saath

tum ho mere kareeb,
isliye jeena aasaan ho jaatha hain;
zindagi ka har ek pal,
ek haseen tasveer ban jaatha hain;
raaste mein humsafar agar ban jaao ,
toh raasta aasaan se kat jaaye;
meri muhabbat ki lakeer ban jaao,
toh zindagi yunhi guzar jaaye.

dont cry my mumbai

Don’t cry, my Mumbai
Its been a tragic journey
For the past few days
We will see this pass
Don’t cry, my Mumbai

You were hurt,
You were splattered
You were pierced
You were burnt
Still you live,my Mumbai
Don’t cry, my Mumbai

My life has been in your bosom
My breath mixed in your air
My heart beats for you always
My mind is in pain, in your pain
But I know this will pass
Don’t cry, my Mumbai

I will be your guardian
I will be your soul
I don’t know how I will do it
I know for sure, but,, I will
For you are my home
Don’t cry, my Mumbai

life- just live it

too much in my mind
drift along senselessly;
for a path i cannot find,
where i can rest my soul in peace
there is a light always at the end of the tunnel,
but the tunnel itself has to end for me to find the light
sensibility has gone for a walk,credibility has gone for a toss,
reliability has been seething venom,
punctuality has taken time out
still i survive, still i live, still i am, for still i feel that life is

you- tat is all true

i want to hear u ,
i want to see u,
i want to feel u,
i want to touch u,
i want to hear ur laughter,
i want to take away your sobs,
i want to see u happy,
thats all what i want to do

love - hmmm a true feeling

love is a dream which floats in my eyes;
falling asleep makes me go back to tat dream;
waiting to never wake up from that dream;
take me by your hand and carress my emotions;
for my life is now without any motion;
wait till i open my eyes;
so that i know you still are not a dream;
cos dreams come true once;

oh my city

Whats happening to my city
Whats my city getting into
Violence spreading around like wind
Lives getting marauded by dozens
Pride is taking a beating in this city
Life is drowning like the elephant diety
Tell me whats happening to my city
Tears roll over when u hear a shoot out
They come for jobs and are thrown out
Where has gone the Maratha pride
Where is the Mumbai attitude
Of being the helpers and supporters for all
The shine of the queen:s necklace is fading away
Oh MY city – is this the way
Oh MY city – is this your way

she seduced me

she seduced me with her touch,
she seduced me with her inviting looks,
she seduced me into a beautiful dream,
she seduced me into her silken bosoms,
she seduced me with the soft linen,
she - oh - before u have ideas-
she, my sleep seduced me to get into an arresting slumber