लौट भी आ तू

दिन कटते न हैं अब बिन तेरे,
रातें भी है कितनी सूनी सी,
बातें भी करने लगा मैं कम,
लौट भी आ तू, बहुत हुआ अब।

 

खाना रखे रखे जाता है सूख,
सुबह से शाम न लगती भूख,
तेरे हाथ से ही तोड़ूंगा व्रत,
लौट भी आ तू, बहुत हुआ अब।

वो शाम पहर, वो सुस्ताना,
वो आँखों से मस्ती छलकाना,
तेरी नटखट शोख अदाएं हाय,
लौट भी आ तू, बहुत हुआ अब।

 

ये भीगी भीगी सुबह मुझको,
याद दिला, कर देती गुमसुम,
एकटकी लगाये, यही आस,
लौट भी आ तू, बहुत हुआ अब।

 

समुंदर पार, पूरे सात सात,
न दीदार तेरा, न हुई बात,
विरह की तड़प, न मुलाकात,
लौट भी आ तू, बहुत हुआ अब।

 

मेरी छोटी छोटी बातों पर,
बिल्ली सा तेरा घुर्राना था अच्छा,
लगे लाख गुना इस सन्नाटे से,
लौट भी आ तू, बहुत हुआ अब।

 

अब आ जा तू, बस आ जा तू,
मेरे सर पर हाथ फिरा जा तू,
कल आँख खुले, तू सामने हो,
लौट भी आ तू, बहुत हुआ अब।

Lovey Dovey

O Princess, O Sweetheart,
My apple pie, my lemon tart,
Google you, I’m feeling lucky,
You are my Lovey Dovey.

Your hairfall, Your confusion,
Is no temporary but all season,
You are tea leaf, I am plucky,
You are my Lovey Dovey.

Your shyness, Your red cheeks,
All flat, What Macho, What Geeks,
Movie You, I Vicco Vajradanti,
You are my Lovey Dovey.

You wake up, its my sunshine,
When off you doze, its my night,
I’m like a cold, You Vicks Vaporab,
You are my Lovey Dovey.

So slim are you, still worry weight,
Let me have last bite off the plate,
I stain yellow, You White of Tide,
You are my Lovey Dovey.

Your anger makes me laugh,
Never full, all half and half,
I melody, you are chocolaty,
You are my Lovey Dovey.

Romeo Juliet died together,
People say they love eternal,
But I want to live with you coz,
You are my Lovey Dovey.

My Valentine

With red rose in a hand,
I ask thee on one knee,
Raising a toast of wine,
Will you be my Valentine?

Perfumes so odour sweet,
Pray O heavenly beauty say,
I am at service of thine,
Will you be my Valentine?

Ground that treaded thee,
I collect as a souvenir,
Sweep it with broom so fine,
Will you be my Valentine?

I look at you fixated,
From mornings bright,
Till night strucks nine,
Will you be my Valentine?

Will be there for you always,
Won’t buzz off now and then,
Persistent like flu of swine,
Will you be my Valentine?

Hope to grow old with you,
Wrinkle for a wrinkle come,
And look like a fruit of pine,
Will you be my Valentine?

Himalayas high, Forest deep,
Searched love me everywhere,
You answer to prayer of mine,
Will you be my Valentine?

पगली की याद

क्या तुमने मुझको याद किया,
जब तूने मुझसे पुछा उस दिन,
क्यों बोलूं झूठ, न याद किया,
पगली याद करूँ गर भूलूँ मैं।

बात कभी अब तुम न करते,
लगता है मुझसे ऊब गए हो,
ऊबने की बात है कहाँ से आई,
पगली दिलचस्पी पूरी ले तो लूँ।

मिलने को बुलाती, तुम न आते,
हर पल बस दूर ही भागे जाते,
अपनी दूरी कैसे बढ़ सकती है,
पगली पास तो पूरा आ जाऊं।

सुनते ही नहीं, मैं बड़-२ करती,
बिलकुल भी मुझपे ध्यान नहीं,
अरे सोचूँ मैं कुछ और तो तब,
पगली ध्यान से पहले हटे तो तू।

सजके सँवरके आई थी मैं,
एक स्वर भी प्रशंसा नहीं करी,
कितनी मैं करूँ तारीफ तेरी,
पगली हर रोज परी है लगती तू।

व्रत था तुम्हारे लिए रखना,
डांट के तुमने मना किया क्यों,
तू सुनती मेरी क्या डांट बिना,
पगली तुझे भूखा कैसे देख सकूँ।

क्या तुमने मुझको याद किया,
जब तूने मुझसे पुछा उस दिन,
क्यों बोलूं झूठ, न याद किया,
पगली याद करूँ गर भूलूँ मैं।।

The three sisters

Once upon a time, three sisters lived in a jungle. Ana, Becky and Carli were born and brought up away from the society by their father, who was now no more. All three were virtuous and beautiful. They cared and looked after each other. Played around the whole day and picked fruits. Having grown up far from civilization, they knew no ill. They were three in one and one in three. If one got injured, other two felt the pain. So strong was the bond.

“Help me! Help me!” a cry for help broke the silence one fine day. Sisters rushed to the direction of sound. Smell of blood; someone seemed injured. They felt anxious. A human lay near the pond and a lion at a short distance. Both seemed lifeless. Ana reached out to the human, there was life. He was a young and handsome man. They carried him to the house and tended to his wounds. There was a sudden urgency and competition to care. Emotions were in the air.

None of the three slept that night, just sat beside him. For the first time they forgot to say Grace. Life was not the same. A week went by; the wound started healing, but still no consciousness. Ana and Becky quarreled over cleaning the room. Becky and Carli stopped talking to each other. As per Ana, Carli was trying to look after the man a bit too much.

No one tried to understand what was happening to them. Everything was so sudden. How a small discussion turned into a heated argument to a full-fledged fist fight was beyond understanding. Another week went by and he began to gain consciousness and was soon up on his feet.

All three were fighting for his attention. They even broke the last remembrance they had of their mother, a pearl necklace. Each one wanted to wear it for this special day. The man thanked them a lot. He was a hunter and was injured by the lion. He had passed out but not before shooting the lion.

He got worried knowing it’s been more than two weeks. He looked for his wallet. Opened it and kissed something. “What is it”, they enquired. Oh! My wife would be so terrified due to my absence. We love each other so much, you know.

एक-दो दिन

वो ट्यूशन पढ़ने आती थी,
औ मन को मेरे भाती थी,
जरा जरा इठलाती थी,
कुछ ज्यादा ही इतराती थी।

मैं रहता था आगे बैठा,
वो पीछे बैठी हुई कहीं,
अपनी किस्मत से था चैंटा,
कि बात तो अबतक हुई नहीं।

घुंघराले बाल जो थे उसके,
कभी आँखों पे आ जाते थे,
कर दिए जाने कितने नुस्के,
शब्द हलक में ही रह जाते थे।

ऊब भरा एक दौर था वो,
दिमाग भी कुछ और था वो,
नंबर लाने में लगा रहा,
दिल से अपने ही दगा रहा।

हंसी कुछ उसकी वैसी थी,
कि तितली भी शर्मा जाए,
सुंदरता उसकी ऐसी थी,
नीरसता में बहार छाए।

कुर्ती उसकी जो रंग पीला,
मुझपे पक्का कुछ ऐसा चढ़ा,
आसमान फिर क्या नीला,
बुद्धि पे पत्थर जैसे पड़ा।

पहल नहीं पर मैंने करी,
कर्म में खुद को झौंक दिया,
चाहे फिर हो वो स्वप्न-परी,
दृढ़ प्रण कुछ ऐसा लिया।

पत्थर दिल पहुंचे कालेज ,
प्यार तो बस उससे ही था,
एक-दो दिन की देर थी बस,
किसी और पे जा अटका॥

Over Sell

I have heard this a few times in my life, “Don’t over sell”. They say it has a negative effect. Instead of the desired increased value, the product at times is relegated to the junk grade. When we oversell things, we try and convince the buyer of all the good qualities of the product. We try and try and try. And try and try and try. We think that if we keep coming back hard, the buyer will show interest. Might even offer the inflated price we demand.

We are driven here by our own psychology. Under the trance of making money, we tend to overlook the customers mindset. What we don’t realize is our persistence will in turn make the other person skeptical. It also gives a sense of security that we are not able to sell it elsewhere. This becomes a sore point. If one does not have to fight and bargain for something, it sounds less sweet.

A better way is no hard-sell, no bargain. Just like in the supermarkets. Products are displayed with pricetags. You like it; you drop it in your shopping cart. No one tries to convince you; No one is after your life.

Similar is the case with relationships. When you are in love with someone and the other person is not responding equally, you tend to woo him/her. It starts with the presents. Doing what he/she likes; trying to impress; Making jokes and what not. The fact they don’t have to try a bit and got you all on the platter, never gives them a sense of insecurity. A sense of insecurity which is vital for relationships to remain alive.

In adversity, you might find the other person being just that, “The Other”. “You won’t understand”. “I will talk to my family, when I get time”. “It’s not proper this way”. ”No…no…no…no…no”. “My family has seen a lot of sadness; I can’t bring another one upon them”. “What my father said is right. You just don’t get it out of your myopic view”. “You have no right to say anything against my sister. What she said is correct”. “I need more time”. “I can’t commit unless my father agrees”. “I have promises to keep with my family”. “You don’t listen to me. You won’t ever listen to me”.

They pound you and pound you and pound you. Till the last drop of love and compassion drips out of you. You become dead inside. You just stroll along. You still care for the person, enough to get going. But love? Not sure how much left. One positive though, you become what you wished all along; someone unaffected by emotions. That’s the evolution of humans. We grow immunity to prolonged sicknesses.

A Romantic Evening

Someone asked me recently about how I would treat my loved one to a romantic evening. Here’s how it pans out. I’ll start with Don’ts and move towards Do’s.

A five star, candle light, and by the pool dinner is a big No-No for me. A romantic evening with my loved one can’t be at a public place. I won’t be comfortable enough to make the evening romantic. Sitting by the rocks at Band-stand or soaking in the wind at Marine drive are okay, but not exactly there for me.

My Do’s starts from a private setting, my home. I would start by cooking the food of her liking, by myself. Might not be the perfect definition of taste, but with a lots of love. A candle light setting on a low table with couple of bean bags on the floor.

The room should be lit by few candles along the wall. When the bell rings, the living room, dimly lit leaves a lot for her to guess, and not much revealed. Red roses carefully chosen, laid across the room. She will take some time to recognize their presence and that’s the essence of it.

Nice romantic melodies chosen for the occasion should be playing at a low tone on the laptop in some corner. Loud enough to hear the humming and low enough not to become a distraction. This sets the mood going.

Starters, Drinks, Food should have been prepared in advance and be kept handy. I don’t want to get up again and again to destroy the mood. It should be kept within arms distance. I’ll be the server and my hands the one to feed her.

The talks, I will leave to chance, for them to be free flowing. We’ll sit there relaxed on bean bags, with food around in a dimly candle-lit room, with roses scattered on the floor; And let the evening unwind.

Can I?

Strange feeling engulfs,
Highs low, more lulls,
Someone come find me,
Am feeling lost, am I?

Pinch me, no pain,
All waste, no gain,
Reasons pretty plain,
Can’t understand, but why?

Tried to speak, silence,
Calmness needed, violence,
How to aim, distance,
Tried not, should cry?

Paining feet,
No truth, cheat,
Race to beat,
Running away, fly?

Thoughts stopped,
Ideas flopped,
Flows clogged,
Rivers dry.

No end in sight,
Gloom ponders, light,
Where has gone might,
One last fight, try?

Hands covering face,
Hop Hop, no pace,
Up the sleeve ace,
Frantic search, can I?

Junglee Billi

तुमसे मिलके

मिलके तुमसे लगा ऐसा मुझे,
जैसे जीवन ये बे-मतलब नहीं,
एक झलक में कुछ ऐसा सुकून,
पूरे दिन फिर मैं थकता नहीं|

जिनके जवाब में ढूंढता था,
उन प्रशनों के मायने नहीं,
एक अजब सी शांति छाई,
जैसे मुक्ति कोई मैंने पायी|

तेरा मुस्कराना, नीदें उड़ाना,
नीदें उड़ाकर, बनना मासूम,
आज मुझे कुछ होश नहीं,
है किसीका इसमें दोष नहीं|

आँखें, पलकें, नज़रें, झलकें
मैं खुद पे कैसे काबू पाऊँ,
होठ गुलाबी, चाल शराबी,
कलपुर्जे मेरे, आई खराबी,

चाँद सितारे क्या चीज़ हैं,
मैं सूरज को गर्मी सिखलाऊँ,
एक बार बोल दे बस जो तू,
मैं खुद से भी बेगां हो जाऊं|

तेरा इठलाना हमें भा गया,
मुस्कराना तेरा गजब ढा गया
उलझी सुलझी जुल्फें तेरी,
यही लगे बस दुनिया मेरी,

आखें बंद करूं, बस तू दिखे,
बिन तेरे, सब फीका लगे,
मेरा दिल क्यों है बेकरार
क्या यही होता प्यार?

परदेसी

हवा का झोंका मध्यम-२,
अपने संग ले कुछ उड़ा,
एक गुलाबी पंखुड़ी सा,
फूल नहीं वो ख़त था तेरा।

खिड़की थी खुली हुई ऐसे,
बंद भी न मैं कर पाया,
फुर्ती से तो लपका मैं,
पर कम्बख्त उड़ता ही गया।

पढने को खोला भी न था,
देख-२ ही आहें भर पाया,
थोड़ी देर तो पीछे दौड़ा मैं,
पड़ा खुला मैदान भारी पर।

इतने दिन की आँख मिचोली,
एक चुरायी हुई हसीं,
दिया अचानक मुझको ख़त,
तूने जाने के आखरी दिन।

ख़त के साथ पता भी गया,
ढूंढूंगा तुझको कैसे अब,
किसी पराये शहर मैं,
यही सोच-२ के बैठा हूँ।

पर शायद अच्छा ही हुआ,
परदेसी से प्यार नहीं टिकता,
इस बात से ही खुश हो लूँगा,
आखिर तूने ख़त तो लिखा॥

What is Love, I wonder

Sweet kiss of an Angel,
Deadly curse of a Demon,
Is it sunshine, Is it Thunder,
What is Love, I wonder.

Scolding of a Father, fear,
Affection of a Mother, care,
Is it adrenaline, Is it slumber,
What is Love, I wonder.

Sharing of a Sister,
Snatching of a Brother,
Is it hunted, Is it hunter,
What is Love, I wonder.

Blind trust of a wife,
Support through all strife,
Is it up high, Is it down under,
What is Love, I wonder.

Labor for two square meals,
Finding a way, making deals,
Is it earn, Is it plunder,
What is Love, I wonder.

The more I try think,
The more I deep sink,
Is it abstract, Is it number,
What is Love, I wonder.

वो बातें अधूरी

सही जाए ना अब यह दूरी,

करनी हैं तुझसे वो बातें अधूरी,

हाथों का मिलना, औ फूलों का खिलना,

वो सर्दी का आना, टटहलना, ठिठुरना,

छुपाकर रखा गुलाब दिया जो,

तेरा मुस्कराना, थोड़ा शर्माना,

साथ आना, साथ जाना,

लम्बा इंतज़ार, भी छोटा लगा था,

खिचड़ी पकाना, रोटी जलाना,

सागर की लहरें, अपना बनाना,

पागलपन कुछ तेरा, कुछ मेरा,

पलक झपकते, होना सवेरा,

लबों का मिलना,  आहों का भरना,

कभी रोना, कभी खिलखिलाना,

ज़माने का जलना, किसको थी परवाह,

सो सो के उठना, उठ उठ के सोना,

तुझे हर कभी गाली देने की आदत,

रूठी थी जब तू, लाया था गोबी,

याद आता है सब ये, उदासी है छाई,

सही जाए ना अब यह दूरी,

करनी हैं तुझसे वो बातें अधूरी।

Bitter Sweet

I said it’s time to go,
She said to me don’t,
It took time to grow,
I so wish it won’t.

Longing for something,
So much inside,
Not quite able to get,
Did a terrible fight.

It feels away is close,
Gives you perspective,
Something we both chose,
Emotions eruptive.

Better not to hold back,
Let tears flow,
Life always bounce back,
Darkness void by glow.

He tests the strength,
Of the bond between,
To make us  sure,
If we are indeed keen.

So let’s go with it,
And check back with time,
If us for real,
Of just passing dime.

So much wither away,
Hope we do not,
Let’s survive test of time,
Win the battle tersely fought.

This Lonely Isle

I could not fathom the smile,
Lovely pink, shining white,
I just remember the pleasure,
Stranded on this lonely isle.

Thumb which I sucked slowly,
Hiding face, feeling secure,
I just remember the comfort,
Lying on this rocky isle.

The fights, the arguments,
All leading to truce; embrace,
I just remember shouting at you,
Mumbling on this silent isle.

Mad, immature, childish,
Teaching, Preaching Day n Night,
I just remember you nodding,
Gazing at this unresponsive isle.

Pushing me away, No No No,
Mighty struggle in my arms,
I just remember you losing,
Fighting this unrelenting isle.

Calling at unearthly hours,
Talking for long, without care,
I just remember fighting sleep,
Insomniac, this uncomforting isle.

Forcing me, Adamant you,
Holding it, fingers wrapped,
I just remember the feel of it,
Lying dry, this barren isle.

I think, I never said enough,
How lovely you, how smitten I,
If only we could meet again,
Separated by this isolate isle.

Coz of You

I skip a beat,
Dancing retreat,
Turn up the heat,
Your white suit.

I tend to faint,
Remain no Saint,
Feelings no quaint,
Your kajal eyes.

Feet tremble,
Words mumble,
Senses jumble,
Your wet hairs.

Voice chock,
Pocket broke,
Ears smoke,
Your shopping spree.

Blood rush,
Lots of blush,
Reason for crush,
Your smile.

Make me care,
Let no one stare,
Feelings rare,
Child in you.

Make me fight,
No wrong no right,
Awake at night,
My love for you.

A glorious year

Friendship, Love and Beyond

We all know the importance of friends in our lives. I won’t go into that. How friendship is affected by love is what I want to capture here. Can “a girl and a boy” be just good friends? This theme has been done to death in Hindi movies. More often than not, friends end up being lovers. Let’s explore.

The friendship of a male and female during college is quite different from that of work life. How? During college we hang out in groups. Hostellers have no life beyond college and friends. They become family. If feelings develop, it’s fine. But most of times, love does not develop, and friendship remains. Coz its family. Beyond the college, during the work life, we make new friends at office and outside. However we are in the college mindset. This is where the problem starts.

Most of the college love stories end with college itself. People go on to take jobs in different cities and that is where the romance stops. But with work life, it’s a new start altogether. People want to settle down and are looking for commitments. More often than not, love comes in between friendship, and if it is one sided, the friendship goes for a toss. It becomes uncomfortable, especially for the one who had feelings.

Let me relate a point. It might sound crude but is very practical. In India, girls who talk comfortably and openly with guys are very less. Look around your office for evidence. It is true for guys also. Such is the society in which we have grown up.

At office when a girl and guy become friends, they are seen talking together a lot, rumor mills start working. “Bhai, yeh ladki toh us ladke ki setting hai. Maine dekha hai dono ko kai baar saath”. They are assumed to be having an affair by the kill-time junta. The guy will try and react to rumors as if they are true, that’s how Dog we men are! We like to be stud. Now if the girl falls in love with someone in the same office. What happens to the friendship?

The friend-guy now becomes the ex in the eyes of the same junta. “Bhai, us ladki ne ladke ko laat maar di. Woh kisi aur ke saath ghoom rahi hai aajkal”. The guy now tries to justify that they are just friends; he had no feelings. But given his silent validation earlier, he becomes a laughing matter. He stops interacting with the girl suddenly under various pretexts. Also since they have spent so much time together, there is a feeble feeling somewhere deep down, which does not let him see her in love with someone else.

This now takes me to the movie, “Hum Tumhare Hain Sanam”. Madhuri’s friendship with Salman creates unrest in Shahrukh’s mind to the extent of breaking up their marriage. This is also true in real life. Ditto is the reason why guys can’t stand their girlfriend/wife in contact with her ex. Guys are possessive. Period! It’s not as if they doubt the commitment/character. Had it been the case, the relationship would have ended then and there. No. It’s just that guys are possessive about their girl.

Girls can go/shop/spend with her female friends; she can set the house on fire with her silliness; she can do all sorts of unreasonable things, and the guy will laugh it off. But the idea of another guy having even a bit of importance in her life, he will not be able to deal with it.

Depending on the level of love and level of maturity, the guy might relay his feelings to her and talk it out OR fight when he loves her too much to leave her but also is angry with her OR if love is not so strong, move away.

Girl may demand millions of things from his hubby. He will try and fulfill each and everything happily. Guys just demand one thing; Girl should have no place for any other guy at physical or emotional level in her life.

Courtesy: A Mad Kitten

मानेगा रब

शाम थी कुछ अनजान,
थम सा गया था समां,
दूर कहीं एक अहाट थी,
दस्तक देने को तयार|

बेरंग जिंदगी थी जो मेरी,
तेरी नजरों को चुभ सी गयी,
हुई तभी से तू इसमें,
रंग भरने को तत्पर|

तेरी मुस्कराहट में ऐसा खोया,
आज तलक न मिल पाया,
डूब डूब कर मैं जानूं,
सच है, कोई ख्वाब नहीं|

परछाई से भी डरता था,
अब हठ कर ऐसा ऐंठा है,
बिन तेरे सब कुछ सून सून,
संग में ही जीवन जीना है|

गोभी का वो फूल नहीं,
दिल था मेरा जो तुझे दिया,
तू रूठ रूठ के मान गयी,
मैं मना मना कर थका नहीं|

एक झल्ली सी पहली बार लगी,
तेरी लट में, मैं अटक गया,
तब कमर पे तेरे हाथ रखा जो,
आज तक वहीँ रखा है देख|

कुछ गम था ऐसी बात नहीं,
कुछ कम था पर जज्बात सही,
कुछ नम फिर तेरे लिए हुआ,
कुछ थम गया, समय था वो|

तेरी गर्दन पे स्नेह किया,
प्यार से तू करहा थी गयी,
मीनू, रिंकू औ पिंकी सब,
जाने कब मेरे अपने हुए|

लबों की तेरी लाली थी,
मेरे लबों पर चमकी देख,
तेरे मुहं का स्वाद भी अब,
मुझको रह रहकर आता है|

साँसों की तेरी गरम हवा,
मेरी साँसों से टकराई जब,
झुक गए सारे नैन तभी,
सीने से तुझको लगा लिया|

छुपा ले अपने आँचल में,
यह दुनिया सब बेगानी है,
संग तेरे जो जीना पड़े मुझे,
वो जीवन मुझे बेमानी है|

एक बार जो थामा हाथ तेरा,
एक बार जो तुझको स्नेह किया,
अनंत तक न छूटेगा अब,
चाहें न मानें सब, मानेगा पर रब||

सोचा न था

चहकता है मन, गाता है दिल,
सुबह से शाम, कटती नहीं अब,
ख्वाब देखना भी भाने लगा है,
ऐसा होगा कभी, सोचा न था|

सुबह उठना अच्छा लगने लगा,
काम करना सच्चा लगने लगा,
समझदारी भी आने लगी है अभी,
ऐसा होगा कभी, सोचा न था|

ठण्ड छूने से जिसको लगी थी कभी,
तपन उसके ही आने से होने लगी,
सर्द रातें भी पल में कटती हैं अब,
ऐसा होगा कभी, सोचा न था|

चंद लम्हों में सो जाया करता था जो,
कितने पहर आँखों-आँखों में कटने लगे,
दर्द भी होता है न ताकीद अब,
ऐसा होगा कभी, सोचा न था|

अपनी बातों से फुर्सत नहीं थी जिसे,
बातें करना ही वो भूल बैठा है अब,
दर्द-ए-तन्हाई समझ में आने लगी,
ऐसा होगा कभी, सोचा न था|

जो होना था हो ही गया है तुझे,
राख पे रोने से कुछ पायेगा नहीं,
तमन्ना सरफरोशी की जग है गयी,
ऐसा होगा कभी, सोचा न था||

This Animal and You

I sneeze and you skip a breath,
I fall and you shed a tear,
So much good inside you, Stop.
This animal doesn’t deserve the care.

I err and you take the brunt,
I slur and you just listen,
Perplexes me why you are with me,
This animal doesn’t deserve the care.

Your time, you invest in me,
Your life, you trust with me,
I wonder am I worthy of it, no,
This animal doesn’t deserve the care.

When I hold your hand, the chill,
Your touch of assurance, I am still,
Don’t give me belief, wake up,
This animal doesn’t deserve the care.

My anxieties soothen by mere smile,
I am no substance, just style,
Worry you a lot about me, stop,
This animal doesn’t deserve the care.

The fast, the sacrifice you do for me,
That tied string under the banyan tree,
Quarrel with the maker for me, don’t,
This animal doesn’t deserve the care.

The future together, the hope,
I will make it happen, be assured,
Sadness be false, happiness be true,
This animal cares a lot about you.