Life is in present,
But our presence is running,
One time it is in what was,
And one time it is in what will.
In between, there is a limited life,
We all have and it’s silently ticking.
Life is in present,
But our presence is running,
One time it is in what was,
And one time it is in what will.
In between, there is a limited life,
We all have and it’s silently ticking.
Dil toh har roz toota hai,
Bas awaz nahi ati.
Cheeq toh har roz nikalti hai,
Bas sunayi nahi deti.
Ek safar hi toh hai,
Naya sabera – nayi umeed,
Naye rasta – nayi mushkil,
Phir raat – phir wahi halat.
Umeedien toh khwab mein bhi nahi ati.
Manzil toh har baar dur hoti hai,
Thakan bhi toh har roz hoti hai.
Bas musafir ruk nahi sakti.