I sometimes dream I am a caterpillar
who forgets to grow into a butterfly.
I burrow into leaves, breaking through their delicate venation.
I funnel my uncinate feet through curling petals,
I glide through the pungent weeds of uncertainty
and hang from gossamer threads of doubt.
I sometimes dream I am a caterpillar
blending into the mossy greens growing on decaying walls,
lost in the intricate forest and counting the unseen stars,
......
साथ चलते रहे
यूंही बस चलते रहे
देखें हजारों ख्वाब जो जलते रहें
हमसे उम्मीद ना लगाना तुम
इस तड़प को पालते रहें
चीजें बिखरने को देर नहीं लगती
ये मानते रहें
मगर कब तक आशा लिए
युंही चलते रहें
शायद कोई मंजिल ही नहीं
......
I sometimes dream I am a caterpillar
who forgets to grow into a butterfly.
I burrow into leaves, breaking through their delicate venation.
I funnel my uncinate feet through curling petals,
I glide through the pungent weeds of uncertainty
and hang from gossamer threads of doubt.
I sometimes dream I am a caterpillar
blending into the mossy greens growing on decaying walls,
lost in the intricate forest and counting the unseen stars,
......
साथ चलते रहे
यूंही बस चलते रहे
देखें हजारों ख्वाब जो जलते रहें
हमसे उम्मीद ना लगाना तुम
इस तड़प को पालते रहें
चीजें बिखरने को देर नहीं लगती
ये मानते रहें
मगर कब तक आशा लिए
युंही चलते रहें
शायद कोई मंजिल ही नहीं
......