It is easy to look back, self-indulgently, feeling pleasantly sorry for oneself and saying I didn''t have this and I didn''t have that. But it is only the grown woman regretting the hardships of a little girl who never thought they were hardships at all.
naraz ku ho hum se kis bat pe ho rothe acha chalo ye mana tum sache hum hi jhote
kab tak chupao ge tum?
hum se ho piyar kerte
gusse ka hai dikhawa dil mai ho hum pe marte
Koi kuch bhi na kahay to pata kya hai
Is bechain khamoshi ki wajah kya hai
Unhain ja kay koi kahay hum lay lenge zahar bhi
Woh sirf yeh to bata dain meri khata kya hai…….
I''m not supposed to love you,
I''m not supposed to care,
I''m not supposed to live my life wishing you were there.
I''m not supposed to wonder where you are
or what you do...
I''m sorry I can''t help myself,
I''m in love with you.”
Words will not be able to ever express
how sorry I am for this,
and I have profound regret and sorrow
for the multitude of
mistakes and harm
I have caused.
