Ruh ne gawahi to nhi di pr 'Chand' mera samjh gya, is suni si raat me wo akela hi nikl gaya...
Khoff to badalo ka tha ki khi chupa na le,
meri mnjil Ko mujhse chura na le.
Pr Chahat itni gehri thi ki main bhi ruki nhi,
Deepak lekr dhundhne usko nikl padi...
Aur phir kya, mnjil tha wo mera mil gya "pr phir dheere se Suraj nikal Gaya..."
How wonderful our world
of ingrained peace and tranquillity
with lives of eternal happiness,
As the lives that we live are carefree
And by the way, my best friend is called irony
How great our climate
Because man, in his creativity, has made gases
that fills our atmosphere
Trapping heat from the sun
......
They said they would do it
And done it they did,
But little they know
They’ve lifted the lid.
The kettle is boiling,
The heat never more,
I’m ready and waiting
To even the score.
......
So many words, such boring waffle
Posturing peacocks, whispering snakes,
Actions so twisted doubtful if lawful
A bunch of connivers, dithering flakes.
In the House which they rule
They pointed and frowned
Lectures unending as if back at school,
Comments unwelcomed, arguments drowned.
......
I cackle and I giggle
I'm a friendly sort of gal
And when I’m quite excited
I'll give a little twirl.
Why would all this be funny
As It's simply who I am
Just a smart and chatty lady
Not a sour old boring man?
......
I cackle and I giggle
I'm a friendly sort of gal
And when I’m quite excited
I'll give a little twirl.
Why would all this be funny
As It's simply who I am
Just a smart and chatty lady
Not a sour old boring man?
......
So what I kept some stuff
A few small keepsakes, merely fluff
They make such noise, so much dumb fuss
Their indignation careening like a bus.
Now they think I'll spill the beans
Use my powers by any means
I can clearly hear their screams
Trying to figure out my schemes.
......
How wonderful our world
of ingrained peace and tranquillity
with lives of eternal happiness,
As the lives that we live are carefree
And by the way, my best friend is called irony
How great our climate
Because man, in his creativity, has made gases
that fills our atmosphere
Trapping heat from the sun
......
So many words, such boring waffle
Posturing peacocks, whispering snakes,
Actions so twisted doubtful if lawful
A bunch of connivers, dithering flakes.
In the House which they rule
They pointed and frowned
Lectures unending as if back at school,
Comments unwelcomed, arguments drowned.
......
They said they would do it
And done it they did,
But little they know
They’ve lifted the lid.
The kettle is boiling,
The heat never more,
I’m ready and waiting
To even the score.
......