chala chal musafir

akela chala musafir apne raah pe

akela khada musafir apni aah se

akela raha musafir apni baahon mein

akela mara musafir apni mitti mein

akele reh jaayegene hum, par chalte jaaengein

is akelepan mein simat jaaenge hum, par chalte jaengein

apne andar kho jaaengein, par chalte jaaengein

chalte jaaengein aur ladte jaaengein

kho gaya tha musafir is duniya ke khwaabon mein

ki apni tanhai bhi kho gayi

kho gaya tha musafir sheher ki roshni mein

ki andar ke andhere na dikhein

laut aayenge woh din

laut aayegi woh dard

laut aayegi woh kashish

aur phir jal uthega woh naabalik

laut aayega woh

tadap uthega woh

par phir paida, khada

aur ladak uthega woh bacha

yehi samay hai

yehi imtihaan

har mod pe ek hi daastan

chala chal musafir

teri ant aur tere shuruvaat mein

ek hi kashish likhi thi

chalta ja musafir

abhi raah kaafi lambi hai

abhi raah kaafi baaki hai

Yeh zakhm kuch hare bhare se hain

Yeh zakhm kuch hare bhare se hain
Aansun kuch dare dare se hain
Syahi yeh zindagi ki tapak tapak kar thak chuki hai
Mujhe door jaana, aur aage safar kaafi Lamba hai

Is ummeed mein ki musafir milega
Is ummeed mein ki tum phir miloge

Atakti hui saans se chipti hui ehsaas tak
Har ant Mubarak hai
Ek samay aisa aayega
Ek samay aisa tha

Ji leta musafir is pal ko
Par har pal mein kuch kamin si hai
Har pal mein ek khaameen si hai

Tu bahadur banta jaayega par bahadur ho nahin paayega
Is shangarsh ke beech apne aap mein dabta jaayega
Apne aap mein simat jaayega

Har vakt har samay har pal
Tere paas ek hi raasta reh jaayega
Chalta ja, manzil kabhi na kabhi to nazar aayega

outside

oh how i wish i was outside
how i wish i was among the stars
how i wish i was on the turf of grass
how i wish i had no ceilings

the animal in me hurts for sky above
hurts for the perfume of raw air
how it yearns to run amok and be free
how it can’t help but be aimless and direction less whenever it tries to

how i yearn to be outside
how i would want the sun to be out again
how i would want to feel the warmth of cool rain drops
how i want to feel water and dirt and reclaim by body, almost a corpse now

the time shall come, it shall come
i will get over my worthless struggle
and in the end, i’ll be free again
i’ll be freer than before, i’ll be free
at least for once

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how once i wished to be with you
but now i wish to be with myself, at ease and in peace

how i wish to be me, again, more than i have ever been
remember more than ever what i have forgotten
find more than ever what i have lost
run harder than i have ever with old knees
fall lower and lower, and drift away

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