Shayad yehi hai pyar lyrics- Life in a Metro

Lyrics with translation in English alongside
Movie: Life in a Metro
Music Director: Pritam

Baatein kuch ankahee si, kuch ansuni si hone lagi
Unspoken and unheard conversations started happening,
Kaabu dil pe raha na, hasti hamaari khone lagi
There is no control over my heart, I've lost myself,
Shaayad yehi hai pyaar
Maybe, this is love ?

Keh de mujhse dil mein kya hai, aisa bhi kya guroor
Tell me what's in your heart, why are you so stubborn?
Tujhko bhi toh ho raha hai thoda asar jaroor
I'm sure some effect is rubbing on you as well !
Yeh khaamoshi jeene na de, koi toh baat ho
This silence is killing me, tell me something at least.

Tu hi meri roshni hai, tu hi chiraag hai
You are my light, you are the flame,
Dheere dheere mit jaayega, halka sa daag hai
Its just a mild stain that would gradually disappear,
Yeh zeher bhi yun piya hai, jaise sharaab ho
I've drunk this poison as if it were liquor !

Neele Neele amber with translation

Movie: Kalakaar
Singer: Kishore Kumar

Neele neele ambar par chaand jab aaye When the moon comes on the blue sky
Pyaar barsaaye humko tarsaaye it showers love and makes us yearn.
Aisa koi saathi ho aisa koi premi ho Let there be some partner, some lover
Pyaas dil ki bujha jaaye who quenches the thirst of the heart.

Oonche oonche parvath jab choomte hain ambar ko
When high mountains kiss the sky
Pyaasa pyaasa ambar jab choomta hai saagar ko
When the thirsty sky kisses the sea
Pyaar se kasne ko baahon mein basne ko
To bind with love and settle in the arms
Dil mera lalchaaye koi to aa jaaye
My heart longs for someone to come.

Thande thande jhonke jab baalon ko sehlayein
When the cold zephyr ruffles the hair
Tapti tapti kirnen jab gaalon ko chhoo jayein
When the hot rays of the sun caress the cheeks
Saanson ki garmi ko haathon ki narmi ko
Of the heat of one's breath and the tenderness of a palm
Mera mann tarsaaye koi to chhoo jhaaye
My heart yearns for someone to touch me.

Zindagi Pyar ka lyrics with meaning

Movie: Souten
Cast: Rajesh Khanna, Padmini Kolhapuri
Singer: Kishore Kumar

Zindagi pyar ka geet hai
Life, is the song of love
Isey har dil ko gana padega
which every heart has to sing
Zindagi gham ka sagar bhi hai
Life is also the ocean of sadness
Has ke us paar jana padega
Which has to be crossed with a smile

Zindagi ek ehsaas hai
Life is a feeling
Toote dil ki koi aas hai (2)
It is the hope for the broken heart
Zindagi ek banwaas hai
Life is an exile
Kaat kar sabko jana padega
that everyone has to lead.

Zindagi bewafaa hai to kya
So what if life is disloyal ?
Apne ruthe hai hamse to kya (2)
If our loved ones are offended with us, so what?
Haath me haath na ho to kya
So what if we are not holding hands
Saath phir bhi nibhana padenga
Our togetherness will have to be fulfilled

Zindagi ek muskan hai
Life is a smile
Dard ki koi pehchaan hai (2)
It is the identity of pain
Zindagi ek mehmaan hai
Life is a guest
Chhod sansar jana padenga
that has to leave the world and go.

Yaaron - Rockford

Movie: Rockford
Singer: KK
Music: Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy

Yaaron Dosti, Badi Hi Haseen Hai
Folks, friendship is something very beautiful
Yeh na ho toh kya phir, bolo yeh zindagi hai
Life sums up to nothing when void of friendship
Koi to ho raazdaar
Let someone be your secretkeeper,
Begaraz Tera Ho Yaar
Without hesitation let them be your buddies
Koi To Ho Raazdaar

Yaaron Mohabbat Hi Toh Bandgi Hai
Friends, love is just another way to worship the Almighty
Yeh Na Ho To Kya Phir, Bolo Yeh Zindagi Hai
What would life be without any love ?
Koi To Dilbar Ho Yaar, Jisko Tujhse Ho Pyar
Somebody has to be your loved one, whom you adore the most
Koi To Dilbar Ho Yaar

Teri Har ek Buraai Pe, Daante woh Dost
Your friend scolds you for every mistake of yours
Gham ki Ho dhoop toh saaya bane tera woh dost
If your life is sunny with gloom, your friend becomes thy shade
Naache Bhi Vo Teri Khushi Mein
He'll celebrate your happiness too

(Yaaron Dosti Badi Hi Haseen Hai)

Tan mann Kare.. tum pe fida... mehboob woh
Your loved one would dedicate his heart & soul to you
Palkon Pe Jo Rakhe Tujhe... Mehboob woh
He would keep you safe on his eyelashes
Jiski wafa Tere Liye Ho
His loyalty would always remain for you

(Yaaron mohabbat)

Life in a Metro- In dino

This is a very beautifully rendered soft rock song that belongs to the genre that the Pakistani bands have mastered much earlier. The young music director Pritam is finding a place amongst the love birds with this romantic song.
Singer: Soham
Lyrics: Syed Quadri

In dino, dil mera, mujhse hai keh raha
These days my heart is telling me to
Tu khwaab saja, tu ji le jara
design my dreams and live my life better
Hai tujhe bhi ijaazat, karle tu bhi mohabbat
You must also love for you have the rights to

Berang si hai badi zindagi, kuch rang toh bharoon
My life has become pale, let me fill it with some colors
Main apni tanahaayi ke waaste ab kuchh toh karoon
Let me do something about my loneliness too
Jab mile thodi fursat , khud se karle mohabbat
When you find some time, one must love the self
Hai tujhe bhi izaazat, karle tu bhi mohabbat
You must also love for you have the rights to

Usko chhupaakar main sabse kabhi le chaloon kahin door
I want to hide her and take her somewhere very far
Aankhon ke pyaalon se pita rahoon uske chehre ka noor
From the chalice of my eyes, I want to keep drinking the beauty of her face
Is zamaane se chhupakar , puri karloon main hasrat
Hiding from this society, I want to complete my grief & longing.
Hai tujhe bhi ijaazat, karle tu bhi muhabbat
You must also love for you have the rights to

(In dino dil mera...)

Lukka Chhupi-RDB-Lyrics with meaning

Luka Chuppi bahut huyi saamne aa ja naa
Enough of hide and seek, come before me.
Kahan kahan dhoondha tujhe
I searched for you everywhere.
Thak gayi hai ab teri maa
Your mother is now tired.
Aaja saanjh hui mujhe teri fikar
Its evening and I'm worried about you
Dhundhla gayi dekh meri nazar aa ja na
Hazy is what my sight is, come to me

Kya bataoon maa kahan hoon main.
What do I tell you about the place where I am, maa?
Yahan udney ko mere khula aasmaan hai
There is freedom and independence like the vast sky here.
Tere kisson jaisa bhola salona
Like your stories it is innocent and beautiful here
Jahan hain yahan sapno vala
Its like a dreamland here.
Meri patang ho befikar udd rahi hai maa
My kite (I am) is flying without any worries maa.
Dor koi loote nahin beech se kaate na
Nobody to steal or cut my kite's string.

Teri raah takey aankhiyaan
My eyes are waiting for your arrival.
Jaane kaisa kaisa hoye jiyaa
My heart is going through various emotions.
Dhire dhire aangan uthre andhera, mera deep kahan
Slowly darkness in creeping in the courtyard, where is my lamp(son)
Dhalke suraj kare ishara chanda tu hai kahan
The sun is setting and gesturing to the moon, where are you?
Mere chanda tu hai kahan
Where are you my moon (son)?

Kaise tujhko dikhaun yahaan hai kya
How do I show you what is here?
Maine jharne se paani maa, tod ke piya hai
I've drunk water from the fountain maa
Guchcha guchcha kayee khwabon ka uchal ke chuwa hai
I've touched several clusters of my dreams
Chaaya liye bhali dhoop yahaan hai
The sunlight along with the shade is here
Naya naya sa hai roop yahan
The atmosphere is so different and new
Yahaan sab kuch hai maa phir bhi
All that I want is here maa... but still...
Lage bin tere mujhko akela
Loneliness is what I feel here without you

Tere Bina lyrics

On public demand, the meaning of the song is given alongside.
Prelude : The song “Tere Bina” is dedicated to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Saab - fondly remembering his association with me through this decade - AR Rahman

Singers - AR Rahman, Chinmayee Additional voices - Murtaza, Qadir
Dialect Coach - Raqeeb Alam
Lyrics - Gulzar

Dum dara dum dara mast mast
Dara dum dara dum dara mast mast
Dara dum dara dum dum
Oh humdum bin tere kya jeena (2)
Oh my love, what's the point in living without you

Tere bina beswaadi beswaadi rathiyan oh sajna (2) Without you the nights are tasteless oh darling
Ho, rookhi re oh rookhi re Dry and parched they are
Kaatoore kaate re, katenaa Trying to pass them, but they don't seem to
(Dum dara..)

Na jaa; chaakri ke maare Don't go, because of the job
Na jaa; souten pukaare, Don't go, the other wife calls
Saawan aayega to puchega If the rain comes, it would ask
Naa jaa rey Please don't go
Pheeki Pheeki beswaadi yeh rathiyan. Dry and tasteless these nights are
Kaatore kaate na kate na Trying to pass time, but it doesn't
Ab tere bina sajna sajna Now without you my darling
Kaate kate na (2) Even time doesn't pass
(Dum dara...)

Tere bina chand ka sona khota re Without you, the moon's golden is impure
Peeli peeli dhool udaave jhoota re The yellow dust flying is false
Tere bina sona peetal Without you, gold seems like brass
Tere sang keekar peepal With you, the keekar plant becomes peepal
Aaja kate na ye rathiyan Come, these nights don't pass at all
Tere bina beswaadi beswaadi rathiyan oh sajna
(Dum dara...)

Fly high

Flying high up in the sky
I feet like a free kite
Watching the tiny world
Flying alongside the birds.

The grass looked like a tiny green pool
The woodlands like a vast carpet of green
Dotted with small specks of the season's colors
The rivers like blue satin ribbons
The people like toys
And I felt like a giant
All in a simple dream !

Forgive me

For everything I've said and done,
For everything that made you run,
Everytime I hurt you bad
I'm sorry, I can't see you sad.

Now I'm mild & meek,
Forgiveness is all I seek,
I cast my eyes upon the ground,
Twiddle my thumbs, not making the slightest of sound.

I don't want to run, escape or hide !
I confront you dumb & mute
I'm so tongue-tied
And so I plead with only the soul so resolute.

You smile, I stutter
My limbs start to flutter
And all I have on my lips now is a simple Sorry.

And another year passes by

Aug 24th 2005.
That day is etched in my mind. The day I walked into my campus with a totally apprehensive mind. New place, new people, unfamiliar territories, it was a new beginning. I had my doubts if I would be able to manage all this. Is engineering for me? Its a rat race that I'm joining. I would still be a rat at the end of it. I put aside all these thoughts. It was hard to not let them haunt me.I missed my friends from school, I hated it all. I began to rue my fate.
But then I've grown to accept all this and do note, I'm not saying that I'm liking it. I've just gotten used to it. Semester one passed by and in semester 2 I again started doubting if I had made a mistake. But then all this is over. I've got to finish my course and get a life of my own. I've climbed 2 rungs in the engineering ladder and in the process have learnt a lot of things. Am mentally, academically, physically, spiritually an year older and atleast definitely possess a maturity level higher than what I did last year.
And this blog will stand testimonial of all this.

The Terminal

The time had arrived. She was there too among the huge gathering of people. The friends surrounding him were more in number than his family for he was a popular & lovable person amongst them. But for her, he meant something more than that. Everybody knew who she was, but not as much as he did. They had been together only for a month, but still it seemed as if they had spent their entire life together. But all that was insignificant now. What was more important was that, he was leaving her, why only her, he was leaving a whole bunch of his loved ones.
There were tears welling up in her eyes, but then he didn't want to see tears, not now. Mustering up the last of the resolute courage that was left within her, she put up a good battle against her own self. But then his eyes kept going back to her. She simply wanted to hug him tight and say that she would always be there for him. No! She couldn't do that. She got her answer from him soon. A smile and a bat of the eyelid, that said things more than words could have explained. That was all that he could manage and that was all she needed.
The moment had passed, the time had finally arrived........ the electronic voice on the loudspeaker cried out>>>
"All the passengers to the flight ***** are requested to proceed to the security check"
Final handshakes, hi-fives, pats on the back, hugs and soppy teary kisses and a final look at his sweetheart, he pushed his trolley and moved towards his new destination. A place totally new to him, a place void of his family, friends and of course his lovely sweetheart. Last minute handshakes were exchanged and she kept looking till he reached the point of no visibility.
Some wise soul once said - Time, tide and International flights wait for none. How true !

Beyond the gates

From atop the bed, little Anandita asked her mother "Amma, do I really have to go?"
"Anu, it'll be great, trust me! You'll love your new school" said her mother as she parted her little one's hair and tied a ponytail on either side.
As she picked up the crisply ironed new grey and black pinafore and matching grey sock, Anandita remarked again, "Amma, will you come to pick me up in the evening?"
"Sure darling, I'll be there at the gates at 2 sharp" said the mother quickly stuffing chutney coated idlis into the constantly talking mouth.
With her water bottle sling on one side and a new bag hoisted firmly on her shoulders, Anandita said her prayers and before she could open her eyes, her father was carrying her to the car.
At the school gates, Anandita couldn't contain her tears.
"Big girls don't cry" reminded her mother.
Pulling her crutch together, little Anandita walked through the gates to her "School for the Disabled"

Mad mad math

This might sound ridiculous, but my hatred for Mathematics has forced me to key in this. I have no story to recite that dates back to my kindergarten class where I was sitting on a little blue chair wailing away while my teacher was trying to teach numbers!
The basic idea is that I loathe the subject with such a magnanimous despise that makes the situation worse! I find it hard to develop a liking towards it despite several sincere attempts. Today, I'm forced to learn this absolutely nerve raking concept of Laplace Transformations for my mid-terms that begin this Monday! I know this attitude won't help me with the concepts getting tougher with every semester, but I console myself with the fact that, I've survived all these years in its presence and another year won't do much harm !
Hopefully !

Unsung Glories

7 year old Nandana walked into her contemporary duplex house with a beatific smile on her face. The reason for the big grin was clenched tightly in her little fist. A cup testifying her first place in the singing competition held in her school. She walked in screaming- "Amma, ammaaaa, where are you?" Probably amma hadn't returned from office yet. She ran to the telephone and dialed the ten digit cell phone number. "The person you are trying to call is currently not reachable" repeated the electronic voice. Nandana called up her father's office next - "Daddy, I won the first prize today" she exclaimed excitedly
"That's good darling, now I'm a little busy, we'll talk later baby"
She hung up with a long sigh took the cup upstairs to her disabled grandmother's room. Nandana never liked the room. It smelt of dettol and had the most dull and vapid interiors unlike the rest of the house.
But the moment Nandana walked in, her grandmother stretched her arms out and said - " I knew you'd win Nandu, I'm so proud of you my angel ! Will you sing once again for your grandmother?"
And the smile that was swept off from Nandana's face a few minutes back, lit up the entire room as she sang for her grandmother.

To my dear kith & kin

The moment I tell people that I'm the only daughter to my parents,
And the moment I add on that I'm the only girl child in my whole family,
And next I say, I'm the youngest of the lot,
The immediate response is " Oh! A pampered girl !"
But I definitely don't think so.
Family.. Relatives..Cousins.. I've longed for these. Not that I'm orphaned.
I've grown the first 11 years of my life away from relatives, just with my parents and paternal grandparents. I do remember occasional visits by relatives, but still I never got to know anyone of them well. The day we landed in Chennai 7 years back, I was totally new to southern customs, traditions, relatives and even the language.
Nothing helped, I had no friends, for I was new to the city. No siblings to share things or thoughts with. I used to long for a brotherly love and affection.
But then, things changed. The secluded girl grew out of her cocoon. She is now totally different to what she had been.
In case any of my cousins are reading this,
"Thanks a lot for all the warmth you've shown. I love all you guys. You mean the world to me."

So much to do, so less time

After a series of poems/fiction here, I've started feeling that I'm losing that personal touch with my blog. Of course the stories will be interjected at regular intervals. I've seem to have lost continuity with the string of events happening around me.College life can't get more boring ! The 5 working days of the week seem to pass at the slowest pace ever possible. I seem to be catching up on my sleep at college and the rate at which my activities post-college-hours are increasing, I'd probably be an insomniac at the end of this semester ! And yes, my cousin gave birth to a handsome baby boy a few hours back. I can't wait to see him. But I'll have to wait.
I want to involve myself in so many activities that interest me, but academics take the major share of my time and leave me void of any time to spend in activities of my choice. Whoever said college life is fun!
I wish my semester gets over soon, I have a lot of things planned for the vacations ! Trepidation grabs me too fast so I'll just have to patiently hang in here and keep a cool head.
The countdown begins. Finally !

The angels

Kids are so amazing to be with. Their carefree life, without any worries or disputes. That pampered living void of any conspiracies, hassles, egos or tension.
I live in an apartment complex that houses a dozen kids, majority of them who are so tall that, the top of their heads reach my knees. So, when the clock strikes 6, all of them rush out and well, its invited chaos.
Of lately, I've been involved in their evening playing activities too. I'm supposed to be "ammya", the one who is supposed to cook up new games for them daily and take them for ramya go round spins or at times a ride on my bike.
Running n catching, Hide n Seek, Red Letter, Spell the word, Tricycle Races and so many other activities. This has become a daily routine for me to think of new games everyday. My evenings are spent with these lovely souls, who make me feel so young! (not that I'm 60 already) Their way of talking, their hoppity hoppity hop walks, their cycles, their squeeking shoes, their toys, their shrieks, their grubby knees and muddy hands, their broken teeth issues and so much more. One really has to be around to capture the moment. Words fail always to describe beautiful things in the world !

To PSBB, With love

This is dedicated to the 8 years i most cherish in my lifetime...
Here goes....
Gone are the days...but not the memories
Gone are the days when the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our dusty desks and chairs.
Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,and got our new books.
Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors during Interval, and rushed back before the next class> started.
Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,playgrounds, under the trees and the unforgettable canteens.
Gone are the days
When a single Games period in the week's Time Table, was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
Gone are the days
When few rushed at 3:30 to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus or sitting half-asleep in the tortuos tuitions that followed.
Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day, and the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams,and the most enjoyed holidays that followed them.
Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, we laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be lingering in our hearts for ever and ever.

Missing you...
A true PSBBian

Why do you stare?

After a 6 year long wait, Radhika's sister was getting married. Radhika was seated close to the dais looking at the proceedings. She was tired of the multiple rituals before the the holy nuptial knot was tied. People came and went. She was looking at them all until her eyes settled on this man seated diagonally across her. She had never seen him before. Probably the groom's relative, she thought. She gave him a warm smile and he returned it.
She turned her gaze towards the dais. Her sister was smiling ever so quaintly at her husband to be. They made such a cute pair, she thought.
Radhika looked again in his direction, and their gazes met. He was looking at her constantly. Her heart started to beat out of its cage, everytime someone looked at her that way. He'd never seen anyone like her before. Her appearance tugged his heartstrings. She felt uneasy about his obscure stare. He took out his handkerchief and patted his forehead. A few moments later someone whispered something into his ears and she noticed his mouth curve into an "oh".

Who wouldn't feel sympathetic when you are a quadruple amputee?

Feline Faults

Despite its pure appearance, I saw more than pain in this feline's eyes.

Shop till you drop

I'm a complete shopaholic, I totally love shopping, be it for myself or others or just simply window shopping. But I have my own preferences. T.Nagar or the neighboring Pondy bazaar in Madras is usually referred to as the shopper's paradise. The one stop place for everything. Or rather, what that's what people call it !
When my mother drags me there. I always muse on how the architects come up with a way to squeeze in those multi-storeyed buildings, where I thought no land existed ! Some of the best-bargains are out in the sun on the platforms. From funky junk jewellery that I don't to wear to bags and footwear that I'm crazy about to the cotton clothes that last exactly 3 washes. The range is quite vast.
But the best part I like about all this, is the post-shopping time. It is so rightly said that patience pays! In this case, after all that pushing, foot stomping, waiting and bargaining I get rewarded with a awesome meal at Mansukhs's.
The way in which the dollop of butter melts its way in between the thick layers of the parantha or the tangy chutney with their dhoklas or their kaala khatta, leaves me craving for more.
Anyways, shopping at T.nagar/Pondy bazaar requires a very high degree of patience and is not for those fickle souls like me who can't decide what they want, and land up buying everything or at times nothing at all!

Questions

What are these clouds trying to hide ? A sun that's much powerful than their withered smoky existence ? How long will they be able to hold the mighty that is not submissive ? Will they fail in the process and lose their identity ?
Taken from my Nokia 3230

SHOCK

The crashing plane
The derailed coaches
The sinking ship
The smashed cars
The accident victims
The devastated land
The quake-hit ruins
The cruel landslide
The flood havoc
The bloodshed in wars
Murder and Slaughter
All this and more...
Who can witness without sorrow, pity and shock?