Kya baat karte ho...

Kehte hain zindagi ek ajeeb paheli hai...
Ek pal mein khush toh agle hi pal dukhi aur akeli hai,
Aise kai lamhat aate hain,
jin me in hum khud nahi samajh pate hain,
ki kya hum keh rahe hain aur kya hum kehna chahte hain...


Bachpan ki us likhayi se,
rangeen khwabon ki unchayi se,

Na jaane kya baat karte ho...

Har jeet mein lehrayi se,
Kabhi haar mein gehrayi se,

Na jaane kya baat karte ho...

Hakikat se.. kabhi sapno se,
kuch gairo se.. sab apno se,

Na jaane kya baat karte ho...

Mehfil mein tanhayi se,
Jo kho gaya uski judayi se,

Na jaane kya baat karte ho...

Kehte ho zyada, sunte ho kam,
Zahir karte khushi, bheetar chipe gham,
Zindadili ki is aguvayi se,

Na jaane kya baat karte ho...

Sochte ho, "zyada sochunga nahi main,
Jo chahe ho, peeche dekhunga nahi main..."
Is bhram ki sachchaayi se,

Na jaane kya baat karte ho...

"Jo galat hua, uski sazaa doonga,
Nahi... main sab kuch bhula doonga..."
Kya hai sahi, aur kya galat...
Is adaalat ki sunwayi se...

Na jaane kya baat karte ho...

Ant mein kya paaya, ant mein kya khoya,
Chune kitne moti.. kitno ko piroya,
Us farsh ki thandayio se,
Aur us safed razaayi se...

Na jaane kya baat karte ho...
Na jaane kya baat karte ho...
Na jaane kya baat karte ho...

Hmmmm... Masakkali In Goa..!!!

Hey friends, so here's a tribute to our Goa trip..





Etching on the sea, from a great height...
Catching the view, that was out of sight...
Bouncing on the jet with a brave daring heart,
Tearing the waters some left some right.


Walking on the coast, in the golden sand...
Talking so quietly with hand in hand...
Tingling on the touch of the silver water,
As if got touched by a magic wand.

The calm dinner n the candle lit..
With karaoke going on hits after hit..
Dancing on the tunes of the DJ song,
Listening to the waves for hours long...

In all those beaches, in all those churches,
And in the miles long, Kamat hotel searches... :)
In all those thrilling n joyful bike rides,
Down the hill so steeply strides...
Gazing to the ends, from the DCH place,
Each of hearts truly feeling like an ace...

We lived thoroughly each n every moment,
And cherished them all as they pleasantly went...
Midway they went, Sameer and Hasan,
All of us missed them in the remaining run...

By n Far, what a great time twas,
Had unlimited fun, without a single pause...
Each n every time the Masakkali flew,
a breeze of laughter everywhere blew...

Birthday jingles, and the chocolate cake,
Hearty wishes all for Shraddha's sake...
Not to forget the man with the bang,
Purani Jeans... n Guitar.. playing zing-zang...

The Last thought that we all share.. .
Wherever we may be here or there,
Someday again we'll come to this shore,
And say this in a unanimous roar,
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We want some more.
We want some more..
We want some more...