jindagi iss tarah se lagne lagi
rang udd jaaye jo deewaaro se
abb chhupaane ko apna kuchh na raha
jakhm dikhane lage daraaro se

main tere jism ki hu parchhayi
mujhko kaise rakhoge khud se juda
bhul karna toh meri fitrat hai
kyunki insaan hu main nahi hu khuda
kyunki insaan hu main nahi hu khuda
mujhko hai apni har khata manjur
bhul ho jaati hai insaano se
abb chhupaane ko apna kuchh na raha
jakhm dikhane lage daraaro se

jab kabhi shyaam ki andhero me
raah panchhi jo bhul jaate hai
woh subah hote hi milon chalkar
apni shaakho pe laut aate hain
apni shaakho pe laut aate hain
kuchh hamaare bhi saath aisa huwa
hum yahi kah rahe ishaaro se
jindagi iss tarah se lagne lagi
rang udd jaaye jo deewaaro se
abb chhupaane ko apna kuchh na raha
jakhm dikhane lage daraaro se

Life feels this way now,
as if color bleeds from walls,
and nothing remains to conceal,
wounds exposed in the cracks.

I am the shadow of your form,
how can you separate me from yourself?
To err is my nature,
for I am human, not divine.
For I am human, not divine.
I embrace every fault of mine,
mistakes bloom from humanity.
And nothing remains to conceal,
wounds exposed in the cracks.

When, in the dark of night,
birds lose their way,
they journey for miles, come dawn,
and return to their own branches.
Return to their own branches.
Such is the story of us as well,
we whisper this with our gestures.
Life feels this way now,
as if color bleeds from walls,
and nothing remains to conceal,
wounds exposed in the cracks.