Hello little boy, tell me the truth
Do you really believe the dreams, which they give to you?
And do you think you will ever be free
And a soul with wonder and no worries

Hello, young man, do you know the times?
Do you think you can rush and be all right?
Do you think you have what it takes to make it through?
To all that they have promised to give to you

Hello old man, do you trust them
When they say heaven is only a matter of when?
Do you think, it would take God to really descend?
To save you from your life and what has happened.

Hello great soul, can you really tell
When they pray to take and pray to give
And do you really need anything?
And do think you deserve the blame for all there is.

She

A star her personal favorite,

Dimmed a little, went on to die.

Her fairies are drunk-intoxicated

She feeds them

but her innermost wishes,

Ones that they can neither comprehend

nor complete

Her beauty hides her ugliness

Her ugliness shadows her art

Her art covers her smile

Her simile waits for her to be free

Of this world, of regulation

And the world of her lies

Her safety has become her style

Contempt for her world, my creation

For long,

I have given her much pain

More suffering then I can ever imagine

And for that I am proud.

Zindgi!

Let’s make millions of dollar each

And buy things that are out of reach

Lets fly together little too high

To the space that sucks in the stars that shine

Let’s live in a high rise never build before

Let’s buy pictures worth a score

Let’s make a future for you and I

Let’s start it now for there is no time

Let’s focus on things that count

Money and fame must go round and round

Let’s stick to the falls and we will be right

Let’s be together when we have to rise.

Let’s spend so much that we won’t miss time

Let’s do vacations every fortnight

Let’s walk on beaches where the sand is pure white

Starry nights and clear blue sk

Let’s have a future where we won’t need each other

But will stick around for we would have some cover

Lets us shine and make life rich and fine

Let’s just live it but not call it, a compromise.

ग़म अगरचिह जां-गुसिल है पह कहां बचें कि दिल है

although grief is life-destroying, how would we escape, since/while there is a heart?

ग़म-ए `इशक़ अगर न होता ग़म-ए रोज़गार होता

if it were not the grief of passion, it would be the grief of livelihood

- Mirza Ghalib