Happy Birthday! I am angry. Whenever we’ll meet I’ll fight and yell and push you away. Then I will hug and sleep on your strong shoulders.
Main chali jaungi to mujhe rokoge bhi nahi,
Main jaa rahi hu is firaaq mein ki tum rokoge to sahi.
Do kadam chalungi aur mudugi ki tumne awaaz to nahi dee.
Tum awaaz nahi doge iss firaaq mein ki main mudungi to sahi.
Main chalti jaungi ye dil dukhta jayegaa.
Fir dard khud-ba-khud khatm ho jayega.
Main bhul jaungi ki hum mile bhi thhe kabhi.
Tum yaad karoge iss firaaq mein ki hum fir milenge to sahi.
You lose touch. You make a call to get back in touch. There’s so much awkwardness. Maybe we do grow apart. Maybe we are not on the same page. Maybe we shouldn’t try this hard. Maybe we are not what we used to be.