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Saturday, April 30, 2005

Personal - Lyrics that make me Cry


These lyrics always make me cry, or maybe it is 12:54 a.m. on a calm Saturday morning, listening to Kal Ho Na Ho for the 18th time, can't see the moon from my bedroom window. On other days, the moon sneaks from the distant building and within minutes goes up in the sky.

Chahe jo tumhe poore dil se
Milta hai woh mushkil se
Aisa jo koi kahin hai
Bas vahi sabse haseen hai
Us haath ko tum thaam lo
Woh meherbaan kal ho na no


These lyrics..
Ho Palkon ki leke saaye
Paas koi jo aaye

Laakh sambhaalo paagal dil ko
Dil dhadke hi jaaye

Par soch lo is pal hai jo
Woh daastaan kal ho na ho


Taking the support of eyelids (as teardrops)
She comes near you

Try protecting your crazy heart (from pining for her) a hundred thousand times
It keeps on pining for her

But think what you have this moment
That story may or may not be there tomorrow


Update: 01:08 a.m. Wow! I can see the moon, it has sneaked from the distant building, it's halfway toward its position. Half-light, half-shade, I can see someone's face in that serene plate of white and grey.

Feeling hungry. gtg.