Kuch baat kahi. 

Kuch reh gayi. 

Kuch tum samjhi, 

Kuch bas keh gayi. 

Main ab bhi wahin khada hoon 

Jis mod se tum kab ki chal di. 

Shayad kisi dinn zamana laut ke aaye. 

Sochke maine apni kalam pakdi, phir rakh di.

Aadhaa pauna karke joda hai

Sapno ka gullak bharne se pehle

Jaane kitni baar toda hai

 

Katra bhi mila toh ussay baata hai

Jaane kitne geele katron se bhara

Ye rookha sookha sa khaata hai

 

Armaanon ki lehar thi andar

Zidd thi ki jhook ke hi sahi

Apni khidki se bhi dikhe samandar

 

Zamane ki hasi ko

Jaane kitni baar

Hasi mein taala hai

 

Zindagi ki gaadi par letkar dekhe kayi taare

Toota jab bhi khahin ek

Aankh bandh maang liye saare

 

Tol mol ki zubaan aati nahi

Tumse hi hai saara vyaapaar

Ghaate mein bhi hai apni hissedari

 

Kahani meri choti si hai

Issay zyada soch ke na padhna

Ye bina soche smajhe hi ji hai

A look back 

I haven't travelled all that much 

Technically I have been only here as such 

Yet when I look back I see that I have come so far 

From that boy who used to write poems in the bar 

Today the setting is grand and the music is always great 

Most days I am even allowed to appear reasonably late 

Facials, face-masks, not a blemish in sight 

But so much goes into replacing that simple smile 

I wouldn't care much about (him) during the day 

It's the night where he leaves everything in disarray 

When I can't explain to the man without a dime to share 

How getting all that you want can be so unfair 

meri baaton mein aksar gehrayi kum rahi hain
teri kahani mein meri maujoodgi hi kum rahi hain

waqt toh tha zindagi ke liye bohut mere paas
zindagi ki hi maangein hi kum rahi hain

Since I've started writing prose.
I've started quoting others more.  

गम है बिस्तर मेरा 

और दर्द है तकिया
जब भी बेफिक्री से सोता हूँ 

फ़िक्रें लेकर उठता हूँ

Sing

Don’t tell me what you saw

Don’t tell me what you heard

Just sing me a song

Like a little bird

About all the nice things
And day dreams

Make me a song

And make one about

All that went so wrong

Despair, crib, cry

Be a fool of your crimes

But don’t waste words

Trying to make them rhyme

Just sing at the top of your voice

Until the dogs come home

And when there is no one

Imagine me and sing alone

Don’t tell me what you want

Don’t tell me where you wish to be

Sing me to that place
And I shall know how it feels