Freedom

You promised to hold my hand 

But I didn’t knew 

That it was a promise 

To hold my freedom too

Scar

There is a story behind every scar

Whether it is on the skin

Whether it is on the soul

Forbidden Fruit

To me

You are just a boy

But to your mother

You are a forbidden fruit

Which she chose to taste

To me

You are just a boy

But to your mother

You are her treasure

Flying high

We were flying high in the sky

And when the alcohol wore off

We fell with a thud on the ground

And then it struck me

It was just me

And not we

And you call me dramatic

You call me dramatic

And when I see you with another

You pretend to be strangers

And you call me dramatic 

Permanent damage

You offer me your condolences

What is the use

The damage is done

Which cannot be undone

Be a father

To every man

You are a saint

But to your child

You are just a father

Be a father

Before you become a saint

Your followers may come and go

But your child remains

Hoping against hope

She looks at you with such hopeful eye

Not knowing that when you take her hope

You will take away her spirit too

Seeking

In pursuit of a million dreams
And in search of a single person
To share the million dreams with