Heed Me (Davil)
For what (Me) ?
You Sure (Me) ?
OK… But (Me)
But What (Devil) ?
The Heart (Me)
Oho Ignore (Devil)
Who You Are (Me)?
Me? Porter Friend (Devil)
Nay… But A Betrayer (Me)
The Son Of Adam And That Of Evil can’t Be…
A man is responsible for what he has spoken… not for that which others interprets from his words.
Te alishan ke alingan ye ma ta gran ye
Qasam pa KHUDY che Gulalai ye
At winter midnight under a hot shower… thinking about the things, the life, going on. Inmate to his LORD and to the most beautiful Lady; the world have ever seen.
Tum Jan Ho Meri Tumhy Maloom Nahi Hai
Doing the deeds… I hated the most
Crossing the limits… I loved the most
Jis Din Se Aashna Se Do Ajnabi Huve Hai
Tanhaiyon Ke Lamhe Sab Multavi Huve Hain
Kyun Aaj Main Mohabbat
Phir Ek Baar Karna Chahun
Ye Dil Toh Dhoondhta Hai Inkaar Ke Bahane
Lekin Ye Jism Koi Pabandiyan Na Maane
Milke Tujhe, Bagaawat Khud Se Hi Yaar Karna Chahun
I’ve some limits… Sorry about that my lady!
So I am nothing Nobody, no hero Not even, perhaps odd, An unknown zero No good, not at all In nothing? You probe my torn robe empty wallet hollow mallet blank palette Unwritten blackboard Nothing to hoard Extremely bored Or -ring, either way have no say Night or day guff scribbling banal dribbling trash squibbing […]
A gentleman doesn’t discuss such things.