The true knowledge

The true value of knowledge lies in its ability to relieve you from the stress of things beyond your control.

Mitrr

Tujhe sab khojte rahate hai, par sath to siraf tu hei hai.

Kitna bhi khafa hu, par sunta to siraf tu hei hai.

Har pal mai payaar ka ahsaas, dilata to siraf tu hei hai.

Tere Naam to kafi hai, par mera mitrr to siraf tu hei hai. Mera mitrr to siraf tu hei hai. 

Bewafa na maan lena.

Meri hasi ke piche ka gam na Jaan lena. Chaho muzhe kamzor Maan lo. par jhoota na maan lena.

Dar pe baitha hu tere didaar mai. Beshak muzhe bhikari Maan lo. Par bewafa na maan lena.

Manzoor e ishq

 Ishq ek saza hai to, saza manzoor hai hame.
Zindagi ek dokha hai to, dokha manzoor hai hame.

Mohobbat mai maut paa jana manzoor hai hame.
Unki Ibadat mai kho jana manzoor hai hame.

Hame es payaar pe garoor itna hai ki.
Unke payaar mai Pagal hona manzoor hai hame.

My silence

Silence was an enemy now a friend.
With this cruel world now I blend.
Time with misery is all I spend.
It seems being fake is a new trend.

Live with a lie or find a dead end.
Being nice is what all pretend.
My pain seems to extend.
Now I have nothing to to defend.

With all this sorrow I pray for my end.

Chale.

Lamhe yuhi choot te gaye.
Ham apno se toot te gaye.
Wo hame loot te gaye.
Ham sab Se rooth te gaye.

Zindigi ke gam sameet te rahe
Bewafa Ke rang bikher te rahe.
Bhagwan se jhoot bol te rahe.
Apni kabar khud hei khod te rahe.

Duniya mai sab rishte kho te chale.
Ab duniya se ham hei chale.

Endow

The night with cover me black.
My sin seem to open the attack.
My wounds are being cut back.
My misery seem to unpack.

My head Is bloody but unbowed.
I am not crying out loud.
My maker won't be proud.
In the end now I endowed.