एक सपना है

एक सपना है, जिसे आँखों में भरे ना जाने कहाँ उड़ चला हु में
एक सपना है, जिसे देख कर पंख उग आये हैं पीठ पे

हकीकत तो कबकी बिखर चुकी है टूट कर
एक सपना है, जिसे बनाया है उन टुकड़ों को जोड़ कर

एक सपना है, जिसमे मैं उड़ने के सपने देखता हूँ 
एक सपना है, जिसमे मैं सारे सपने देखता हूँ 

एक सपना ही तो है, जो मेरा सपना है
एक सपना ही तो है, जिसे कहता हूँ, मेरा अपना है

अब बस एक बार आखें मूँद लूं तो चल सकूँ ज़मीन पर |

There is a Dream, which takes me miles high into the sky

There is a Dream, seeing which wings have grown on my back

Reality, hah! It has been shatterred for long

There is a Dream, I have created from those broken shards

There is a Dream, in which I Dream of touching the Sky

There is a Dream, in which I Dream all my dreams

This is the dream, which I have been dreaming

This is the dream, which I call my own

Just once let me close my eyes, so that I can put my feet on the Ground!

They say that our dreams define us. They say our dreams are what we are. I too have defined myself through a dream. A dream I cherish more than the reality. A dream in which I lived a million lives. A dream in which I have died more so. A dream built from the pieces of broken reality. 

A dream morphing from sobriety to insanity. 

A dream. My vanity.

A dream. My Reality.