To phir kyun dil udas hai ..?

Hai pyaar bhi tere liye, Khayaal bhi tere liye

Yeh dil bhi tere paas hai, To phir kyun dil udaas hai ..?

Main sochta hun bas tujhe, Main dekhta hun bas tujhe

Jab mujh pe aitbaar hai, To phir kyun dil udaas hai ..?

Hai zindagi tere liye, Yeh dil, khushi tere liye

Yeh sab jo tere paas hai, To phir kyun dil udaas hai ..?

Tu neend mein, tu khwab mein, Tu mere dasht-o-aab mein

Har pal tu mere saath hai, To phir kyun dil udaas hai ..?

Har gulshan hain gul khile huye, Hain dost bhi mile huye

Har lamha pyaar hi pyaar hai, To phir kyun dil udaas hai ..?

Yeh dil, khushi or aitbaar, Yeh dost, khwab or yeh pyaar

Sab kuch tu tere pass hai, To phir kyun dil udaas hai ..?

Keep Smiling my Friend

- - Kalingaa…

It is never too late to learn and love

The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost numerous cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

Even losing you... the joking voice, a gesture I love... I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though' it may look like...

Write it!... like disaster

-- Kalingaa...

The Silence of Love

Hello darkness, my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again,

Because a vision softly creeping,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains Within the sound of silence…

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone,

Underneath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a Neon light

That split the night and touched the Sound of silence…

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more.

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one dare disturb the sound of silence…

Fools said i, you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows.

Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you.

But my words like silent raindrops fell,

And echoed in the wells of silence…

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon God they made.

And the sign flashed out its warning,

In the words that it was forming.

And the sign said, the words of the prophets…

Are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls.

And whispered in the sounds of silence…

Keep smiling
Kalingaa...