Kaayaa ek pinjaraa hai, panchhee sailaanee kaa
Zindagee our kuchh bhee nahee, bulbulaa hai ye paanee kaa
Kuchh paakar khonaa hai, kuchh khokar paanaa hai
Khonaa our paanaa hee, jeevan kaa phasaanaa hai
Shvaaso kee ravaanee hai, dhaachaa zindagaanee kaa
Duniyaa ek melaa hai, sab khel madaaree kaa
Pal bhar me bichhur jaaye, varsho taiyaaree kaa
Praatah ek bachpan hai, do pahar jawaanee kaa
Nahee koyee paraayaa hai, naa koyee apnaa hai
Apne our paraaye kaa Premee ek sapnaa hai
Mil mil ke bichhurnaa hai, rishtaa har praanee kaa
(tune Ik pyar ka nagma hai)
This body is the cage in which the traveling soul temporarily stays. Life itself is like a bubble of water, now its there, then it is gone.
To gain is to lose, to lose is to gain, and getting and losing is the fiction that makes up life. We gain life and then when our breath stops, the entire pattern of life is gone.
This world is like one big theatre or circus in which everyone is part of a big play/game and is juggled around in this game of life. In one moment we can lose everything that we took years to prepare and build. In this life, at one time we are babies and suddenly a short time later, the youthfulness of life goes by.
In reality, neither is anyone a stranger nor is anyone a relative, All are like one love, but, in a dream. Neither do you control anyone nor can anyone control your life. Whether family or stranger, we meet and we part, this is life.
काया body एक a, one पिन्जरा cage पँछी bird सैलानी traveller, tourist ज़िन्दगी life कुछ भी नहीं nothing but बुलबुला bubble पानी water कुछ some, something पाकर getting, gaining खोना lose खोकर losing पाना getting, gaining खोना losing और and पाना gaining जीवन life फ़साना trouble, fable, fiction श्वासो breath रवानी off, leave ढाँचा pattern, framework ज़िन्दगानी life दुनिया world मेला fair, party सब all खेल play, games मडारी juggler पल भर में in a moment बिछुड़ जाए get separated वर्षो years तैयारी का of preparation प्रातः एक one morning बचपन है is childhood दो पहर two hours later जवानी का youth नहीं कोई no one पराया alien, stranger ना कोई no one अपना है is yours अपने you और and पराया strangers प्रेमी lover एक सपना है one dream मिल मिल के to meet and meet बिछुरना separated, scattered रिश्ता relationship हर every प्राणी breath, life
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