Nahi Jeena Bin Tere

Najaane kya dhundta hu main

Mujhe khudko nahi hai pata

Kuch kehna chahta hu main

Par kyu saare alfaaz hai lapata

Yeh waqt yeh hawa yeh khushboo

Mujhe yaad teri dilaati hai

Tum, main, sab to hai ek sapna

Jo toot jaaye to sabko rulaati hai

Pal bhar mein tu tham si gayi

Jaise meri saanse ruk si gayi

Fir yeh ehsaas hua mujhe ki main to kuch bhi nahi

Sirf teri parchaayi hoon

Jise tujhse judaa rehna hai

Mere zindagi ki hakeekat hai yehi

Isiliye shaayad darta hu sone se

Ki kahi agar neend lag jaaye to subah hogi

Aur roshnee tujhe mujhse door kar jayegi

Isi khwaaish mein jaagta rehta hu

Ki tu aaye aur yeh parchaayi sach ban jaaye

Nahi jeena bin tere yeh tay kar liya hai

Fir chahe maut ki kyu na mil jaaye!

Sometimes, things have to fall apart to make way for better things ...

Living, in itself and surviving are two totally different aspects of life. Not all people live life, they just survive it. Not that they are wrong or their way or living is incorrect. They are just not equipped with all the necessities of 'living' a life. So for the lack of any other option they just have to survive.

And it becomes very late till the time anyone could realise the damage this kind of lifestyle would have on the individual.

He is then forced to make some impossible decisions. Keeping his career weighing against his family. Most of the lives in Mumbai goes around the same path almost everyday.

We have to make many tough decisions just to support one decision we made earlier. For the sake of one ideology we need to compromise many others. For making one thing right we need to do a lot of wrong things. For making someone happy we need to hurt a lot of people. And there is a price for all these things. Its not that we are very happy about it. Its just we are not left with any other plausible option in the given situation.

Many dreams need to be shattered for the sake of one dream to come true. Many lies have to be buried so that one truth can can stand still. Many small roads have to give way so that one highway can make it all. And many things need to fall apart to make way for some more important things.

Life goes in and around and in the end we remain as nothing more than mere puppets.