"Khushiyon ki manzil dhoondhi toh gam ki gard mili
Khushiyon ki manzil dhoondhi toh gam ki gard mili"
God is helpless
Forgot his lessons
He only listens
From a longer distance
We mock his justice
But all he just is a
Father frustrated
Whose son has fucked this
Big world of his
God is helpless
Forgot his lessons
He only listens
From a longer distance
We mock his justice
But all he just is
A Father frustrated
Whose son has fucked this
Big world of his
Big world of his
God is helpless
Forgot his lessons
He only listens
From a longer distance
We mock his justice
But all he just is a
Father frustrated
Whose son has fucked this
Big world of his
But, his son is big enough
To take decisions
Of his own
But the father just knows
That his teachings have
Grown old
But the father just knows that his teachings have grown old.
"At 13, we used to go to the fair where came thousands.
My biggest fear then was to lose my parents.
At 17, still, my biggest fear is to lose my parents
Not in some huge crowd, but somewhere within me.
Because I can somewhere within see
A selfish hunger for expression."
Sometimes, I can still see
The old die believing false claims.
One man cannot be a lot of men;
He can just be a few experiences and I accept it.
But, I wish the old knew that they don't know what young do,
And we could share stories and try to run a part of the home too.
We could make sure that we live in peace
And lend an ear to all the old fools.
The hunger for expression lies in both of us.
That is why the current me is just like the old you.
The lust to express develops in a neglected childhood.
Lack of attention leads to the need to express.
Adolescence makes for a bold expression
And the boldest expressions are mostly made
Against the boldest impressions.
Though adulthood suppresses emotions,
It makes sure that the struggle against impressions is constant.
Therefore, old age brings back the lust to express more than ever.
Also, because old men can't afford other forms of lust.