There will be a day when I will fly,
Into a spotless shinny sky.
For the dreams still unsheltered,
For the glory eternal to be uttered.
There will be a day when my soul will rise,
Into a world strong and wise.
Where emotions will not have a price,
Where love is there to all suffice.
Flapping over the pages of an old diary,
Some emotions made their way to my existence.
Who am I in this deforming mass of flesh?
What is my root?
A sage in meditation or a sinner in disguise,
A lover to the core or a soul of hatred.
Passing by the flicking moments of shades,
Inquisitive in my passions.
The seed of my existence cease to exist,
Passes slowly as the venom in work.
Reliving those moments of innocence and staging a drama,
Putting a mask on my face for the smile I pursuit.
Here I’m confessing my confusions and hoping for an answer,
Still hunting and searching for the cause of my aura.
Still waiting for the mystery to be slowly unveiled,
For the life in me to be slowly revealed.
Rafta rafta khudko jalake raftar na payi maine,
Bus kuch ankahin barbadio se jurta gaya.
Sapno ke bawanddar main kuch iskadar uljha tha,
Ke khud ko rafta rafta khota chala gaya.
Ab magar ek naya sa ehsaas hai sagufta sa dil main,
Ke jehen main hai phirse jagte huye kuch ehsason ki kahani.
Sapnochora 