dekho
kaisay
parbat say badal gaye
barsain gay
yeh ab kahan

dekho
kaisay
phoolon say khushbu gayi
mahkain gay
yeh ab kahan

sukh bun gaye sapnay
sub kho gaye apnay

dil bujh gaya
ghar jal gaya
najanay kyon
najanay kyon

yaadon ka phir
aanchal ura
najanay kyon
najanay kyon

dekho
kaisay
raaton say jugnoo gaye
chamkain gay
yeh ab kahan

kyon so gayein shamain
kut na sakein ratain

dil bujh gaya
ghar jal gaya
najanay kyon
najanay kyon

yaadon ka phir
aanchal ura
najanay kyon
najanay kyon

Not too bad...

You Have a Choleric Temperament

You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things. Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life. You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation. You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon. Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall. You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others. At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults. Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion. A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.

What Temperment Are You?

Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall. Mama’s in the kitchen, baby and all. Everything is everything. But you’re missing. Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair. Papers on the doorstep, but you’re not there. Everything is everything. But you’re missing. Pictures on the nightstand, tv’s on in the den. Your house is waiting, for you to walk in. But you’re missing. When I shut out the lights you’re missing. When I close my eyes you’re missing. When I see the sun rise you’re missing. Children are asking if it’s alright, will you be in our arms tonight? Morning is morning, the evening falls. I got too much room in my bed. Too many phone calls, how’s everything, everything? Everything, everything. But you’re missing.

God’s drifting in heaven, devil’s in the mailbox. I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops.

Dear Chicago, you'll never guess. You know the girl you said I'd meet someday? Well I got something to confess... she picked me up on Friday, asked me if she reminded me of you. I just laughed and lit a cigarette, said "That's impossible to do." Life's gotten simple since, and it fluctuates so much. Happy and sad and back again. I'm not crying now too much. I think about you all the time. It's strange and hard to deal. I think about you lying there, and those blankets lie so still. Nothing moves out here in the cold, nothing breathes or even smiles. I've been thinking some of suicide, but there's bars out here for miles. Sorry about the every kiss, every kiss you wasted bad. I think the thing you said was true, I'm gonna die alone and sad. The wind's feelin' real these days, yeah and baby it hurts me some...
Never thought I'd feel so blue, New York City you're almost gone. I think that I've fallen out of love...with you.

You Are An Invisible Ex

You're so over your ex, you hardly even remember you have an ex You prefer leave all of the baggage behind you - far, far behind As they say, indifference is the opposite of love!

What Type of Ex Are You?