कहनी

तू वो संदूक, जिसकी मैं पुरानी चाबी
मैं वो किताब, जिसे छोड़ी तूने आधी खाली

मैं कलाम की एक लकीर हूँ, पर मेरा पन्ना तू नही
तू एक नई भर्ती किताब हैं, जसिमें ज़िक्र मेरा कही नही।

I'll Live

I quit everything, I put my trust in you and you've lost me now 

You've lost me for a simple reason, you've got the money 
I gave up my independence for your dreams that remained unfulfilled

I gave up my identity for I thought I'd be nurtured by you 
But you let me down, you've thrown me around

I am no slave to be beaten and bashed, no cattle to be whipped and thrashed 
I may be a soft heart but I am not one who gives up 

I am disappointed for you failed to fulfill your duties 
I am sad for you broke me from within just because you have the money and I don't

I'll pick up my pieces and I'll walk
I'll walk with crutches but I'll walk 
I'll run, may be not soon, but I'll run 
I'll sprint, I may not be a winner, but to the finish line I'll sprint.

I am not giving up so easy.
I will pick up the pieces and I will build a life.

It may take a couple of years but I strive to survive.
I hit my lowest ebb around this time last year and have not yet recovered. I guess I haven't learned from my mistakes.

I'll pick up the pieces and I'll build a life. I will. A promise.