There's dirt piling up on the side of the roads, Making it almost an impossible city to walk in, While the dry leaves of the trees, Don't feel romantic enough to me now, Where's all the tax payers money going, Because there are still roads broken at random intervals, Why do they remember the cables, Right before monsoons, oh! When one area's roads get fixed, The next one area is a damsel in distress, Where's all the tax payers money going, Who's the city's mistress? The only

I see you first, After days that turned into months, Did you long for me too? You turn slow, To look at me a little more, Did I want to look at you too? Yes, I did, But, no, I didn't, Why do I avoid your eyes, Why don't I smile? Why am I such a mess? Why do you find me all the time?

Itni kaise hai shikayatein mujhe, Shayad thehar jaane ki aadat buri hai. Itni kyun hai shikayatein mujhe, Shayad na batane ki aadat bhi...

I didn't complain enough, About how I hate when you throw all your stuff on the bed, And then complain about having no place to sit. But,...