I was generous enough to craft an image of you in my mind,
Where you became everything I could want—and more.
So what is this pride you cling to,
When it was my generosity that carved any respect for you in my eyes?
You mistook the image for reality,
And with that illusion, you chose to leave me.
What you offer are only broken dreams,
Dreams I carefully pieced together, believing they were for us.
But respect is a language you will never understand.
.....
Farakh dil thi, jo tujhe sar pe charaya tha,
Apne khayalo mein tujhe dil ka raja banaya tha.
Woh to bas khayal the mere,
Haqeeqat thori na thi.
Tum to us sapnon wale bande ko apna sach maan baithe,
Us khushfehmi mein chorr diya, jisne tujhe sar pe bithaya tha.
Toote sapne aur behkave ke siwa,
Tu aur kya de sakta hai?
Phir garoor kis baat ka hai tujhe,
Tujhe to izzat bhi raas na aayi.
