My life is an open book, so they say, My life is an open book, so they say,

I have to pick up the thread of life again, though my heart is broken I have to pick up the thread of life again, though my heart is broken

I stare at the horizon, To see your silhouette... I stare at the horizon, To see your silhouette...

The poem describes the melody of Bulbul Tarang- A folk song. The poem describes the melody of Bulbul Tarang- A folk song.

The artist desires to paint the world with his brush. The artist desires to paint the world with his brush.

Flying aloof from the crowd, In the blue expanse of the sky Flying aloof from the crowd, In the blue expanse of the sky

My thoughts go back in time Nostalgia holding me in its grip My son is now in foreign My thoughts go back in time Nostalgia holding me in its grip My son is now...

Now the night is tranquil, And the moon is really bright, I wait for you, my love, To lift ... Now the night is tranquil, And the moon is really bright, I wait for you, ...

Past may be history, but memories remain Cherished and golden now and beyond. Past may be history, but memories remain Cherished and golden now and beyond.

A writer with a kind soul will script a happy ending A writer with a kind soul will script a happy ending