My eyes are to cry a river
Its my destiny not an endeavour
Dreams are like a plain paper
I’ll live all alone… whatever!!!
Clouds are wrapping the moon
Children are playing with balloon
See it all on the sky, on the road
I’m not alive, I’ll never…
Dreams are like a plain paper
I’ll live all alone… whatever!!!
My wounds deserve to salt
It’s not mine not your fault
Chase your dream accomplish your wish
I’ll always live as a feather*
My eyes are to cry a river
Its my destiny not an endeavour
Love is love, trade is trade
Few words are still unsaid
Unfold all my words in public
We are in love, we’ll, we were…
Dreams are like a plain paper
I’ll live all alone… whatever!!!
feather: a person of little importance
Words by: Vinay Prajapati
Penned: 2006
2 replies on “My eyes are to cry a river”
Interesting blog. I am intrigued because very few young people use urdu phrases in their writing. Most rely on using few words in circulation in popular media. Will have to return to read more.
Love is not just a pain or tijarat it is more… Color your dreams in eastman color…
Dreams are like a plain paper
I’ll live all alone… whatever!!!
How about
Dreams are like a plain paper
I’ll paint all colors…whatever!!!
Keep it up,
Peace,
Desi Girl
thanks Desi girl, your suggestion is quite good, I must appreciate.