Sun, sand & sea work up a magic Up comes a city oozing with life Mean man tries to poke

Aaj jamin par hain to kal aasman mein bhi honge, Aaj landscape hain to kal skyscape bhi honge, Gujar gaye

Possible are those forms, That are beyond all the old norms Pencils have become mouse, Its now easier to build

He looks through his window, upon the city… At the clutter in the street, from his safe retreat… He races

A work in progress… This evolution so carelessly labeled life. Never-ending chapters of ethereal yesteryears Pave the road of existence

Mein tab chaar saal ka thaa, bhari jawani , aadha bachpan, Mere bahar aangan mein ek tuti kursi padi thi