A black suit. A crisp white shirt. Fine leather shoes. The atmosphere of a classic cigar lounge. And on my wrist, a Swiss-made automatic watch.
Not simply a fashion statement, but a reflection of everything I believe in.
I’ve never been interested in following the crowd or living by someone else’s expectations.
I have my own taste, my own ambitions, my own dreams, and the determination to work hard enough to live them.
I appreciate craftsmanship because I understand what it takes to create something exceptional.
I admire tradition, but I’m never afraid to challenge conventions.
I believe in elegance without arrogance, confidence without noise, and success without losing individuality.
My style reflects who I am. My ambitions define where I’m going. My watch reminds me that every moment is worth something.
And that is why I choose Swiss-made automatic watches.
Not because I need to tell the world what time it is, but because I appreciate the precision, heritage, independence, and craftsmanship behind every movement.
A gentleman doesn’t need to follow every trend. He needs the courage to create his own legacy.
TIME IS PRECIOUS. STYLE IS PERSONAL. LEGACY IS EARNED.
There are men who carry far more than the world ever sees. They work, dream, love, provide, fail, forgive, get hurt, sometimes get cheated, sometimes get taken for granted—and still wake up the next morning and keep going. They care for their children, watch their parents grow older, carry responsibilities quietly, build dreams while nursing wounds, and somehow still find the courage to love again. WE HAVE TODAY was created for those men. It is not an album about pretending to be strong; it is about discovering that strength can also mean admitting “I’m hurting,” getting back on your feet, and continuing the journey. Through ten songs of love, vulnerability, responsibility, resilience and hope, the album carries one simple reminder: yesterday is already a memory, tomorrow is still a hope—but right now, we have today.
A Cinematic Story About Love,Responsibility, Vulnerability and the Men Who Keep Going
ABOUT THE ALBUM
WE HAVE TODAY is an album about a man.
Not the man photographed in the suit.
Not the man wearing the watch.
Not the man paying the bill, bringing the flowers, building the business or appearing to have everything under control.
It is about the man underneath all of that.
The boy he once was.
The things he learned to carry before he was old enough to understand them.
The mistakes he made.
The people he loved.
The relationships that changed him.
The dreams that failed.
The dreams he refused to abandon.
The children who depend on him.
The aging parents he now cares for.
The responsibilities waiting for him when Monday morning arrives.
And somewhere underneath everything—
a heart that still wants to love and be loved.
WE HAVE TODAY is dedicated to every man who has ever gone to sleep carrying something nobody knew about…
and still got up the next morning and went back to work.
THE STORY BEHIND WE HAVE TODAY
There comes a point in life when a man begins looking at time differently.
When we are young, tomorrow seems unlimited.
We think there will always be another opportunity.
Another relationship.
Another journey.
Another dinner.
Another morning.
Another chance to say what we should have said.
Then life happens.
People enter our lives.
Some stay.
Some leave.
Parents grow older.
Children grow up.
Relationships change.
Businesses succeed or may fail.
Money comes and goes.
Bodies change.
Dreams evolve.
And suddenly we begin to understand something extraordinarily simple:
Yesterday is memory. Tomorrow is hope. But ‘we have today’.
That thought became the foundation of this album.
LOVE WITHOUT KNOWING TOMORROW
Part of WE HAVE TODAY was born from a simple but uncomfortable question:
How do we know whether somebody truly loves us?
If a woman loses her beauty, her health, her independence or even her ability to physically give affection, would the man who says he loves her remain beside her?
And the question must also travel in the opposite direction.
If a man loses his wealth, status, success or ability to provide the lifestyle he once provided, would he still be seen as the same man?
What remains when everything surrounding two people changes?
Perhaps love cannot really be tested.
Perhaps life does enough testing for us.
And perhaps instead of spending today trying to discover whether someone will still love us tomorrow, sometimes we should simply appreciate the fact that they are beside us now.
Love them.
Hold them.
Laugh with them.
Make love.
Drink the wine.
Take the photograph.
Take the walk.
Buy the flowers.
Say what you feel.
Because tomorrow is something we can dream about.
Today is something we can actually live.
A DEDICATION TO THE MEN WHO KEEP GOING
This album is especially dedicated to men.
Not because men suffer more than women.
Not because their struggles are more important.
But because there is a particular kind of struggle many men rarely know how to explain.
A man can carry childhood wounds into adulthood without ever learning how to put them down.
He can become a father while still trying to understand the boy he once was.
He can carry children who depend on him and aging parents who increasingly need him.
He can carry mortgages, rent, salaries, taxes, businesses, deadlines, expectations and dreams.
He can be expected to remain ambitious.
Successful.
Strong.
Fit.
Presentable.
Romantic.
Generous.
Calm.
And somehow emotionally available through all of it.
Saturday night may show the flowers, the restaurant, the wine, the suit and the beautiful photograph.
Then Monday morning comes.
The alarm rings.
The bills remain.
The work is waiting.
And whatever happened over the weekend, whatever happened in his relationship, whatever happened inside his heart…
he gets up.
That is the man this album speaks to.
But WE HAVE TODAY does not say that a man must never break.
Quite the opposite.
A man can hurt.
A man can cry.
A man can say:
“I’m hurting.”
He can say:
“I need you.”
Strength is not the absence of vulnerability.
Sometimes strength is allowing another human being to see the part of you that isn’t strong tonight.
And then, when morning comes…
getting up again.
THE MAKING OF THE 10 SONGS
1. WE HAVE TODAY
Love What Is Here
The title track contains the philosophy from which the entire album grew.
Two people arrive carrying their own histories. Neither is perfect. Neither arrives untouched.
There is attraction, affection, vulnerability, uncertainty and the temptation to ask what everything means.
But eventually the questions become less important than the moment itself.
Sometimes love doesn’t need to know its destination before it can be real.
The song reaches its emotional heart with a memory of words once spoken:
“In this life… and many more.”
The music almost disappears.
Only the man, piano and cello remain.
“I remember. God… I remember.”
Not because he is demanding those words again.
Not because he needs to know what they mean today.
He simply acknowledges that there was a beautiful moment when two people believed them.
And that moment mattered.
We have today.
2. THE BOY WHO LEARNED TO CARRY
Where the Man Began
Before there was the man, there was a boy.
And sometimes boys learn adult emotions far too early.
They learn loyalty.
Conflict.
Silence.
Protection.
They learn that people they love can disagree.
They learn to stand strong before anybody teaches them that they are also allowed to fall.
Years later, the world looks at the adult and sees strength.
It rarely asks where that strength came from.
This song returns to that boy.
But instead of blaming him, judging him or asking him to continue fighting, the man finally tells him:
You made it.
You don’t have to carry everybody to deserve someone carrying you.
Perhaps healing is not forgetting where we came from.
Perhaps it is finally realizing that some of the weight we carried was never ours to begin with.
3. MONDAY MORNING
The Life Nobody Photographs
Everybody sees Saturday night.
The flowers.
The dinner.
The wine.
The clothes.
The watch.
The lifestyle.
But:
Nobody photographs Monday morning.
This song is about the invisible side of responsibility.
The cold coffee.
The early alarm.
The bills.
The decisions.
The people depending on you.
The work that still needs to be done regardless of what happened inside your heart yesterday.
And beneath all of that is one remarkably vulnerable question:
When I come home tired… will you still see me too?
Not the provider.
Not the suit.
Not the watch.
Not what he brings home.
Him.
Perhaps love isn’t only being beside someone during Saturday night’s romance.
Sometimes love is simply being there on Monday morning.
4. WHAT DOES A MAN COST?
When Providing Becomes His Value
There is nothing wrong with giving.
There is nothing wrong with flowers, beautiful dinners, gifts, travel or luxury.
A man can genuinely enjoy giving these things to someone he loves.
The question begins when generosity becomes measurement.
How much?
How often?
How expensive?
What did somebody else’s man give?
And suddenly an expression of affection begins feeling like an invoice for worth.
WHAT DOES A MAN COST? asks whether a man is loved for himself or for what he is capable of providing.
It does not ask anyone to stop wanting beautiful things.
It simply asks that love never become a competition that somebody must continuously pay to win.
5. IF EVERYTHING CHANGED
The Test of Love
This is perhaps the album’s deepest philosophical question.
If everything changed tomorrow, what would remain?
Beauty.
Health.
Money.
Success.
Sex.
Independence.
Status.
All of these can change.
So what exactly are we promising when we tell another human being that we love them?
The song refuses to turn love into a courtroom.
Instead, it reaches a quieter conclusion:
“Maybe love was never meant to be tested. Maybe life does enough testing for us.”
Instead of destroying today’s happiness trying to predict tomorrow’s loyalty, perhaps sometimes we should simply hold the hand that is already inside ours.
6. DON’T COMPARE MY FLOWERS
Love Is Not a Competition
There will always be somebody with more.
A bigger house.
A faster car.
A more expensive watch.
Fifty roses instead of twelve.
But twelve flowers chosen with love do not become less meaningful because somebody else bought fifty.
The central message is simple:
Don’t count my flowers. Look at the hands that brought them.
The song celebrates romance rather than rejecting material pleasures.
Bring the flowers.
Pour the wine.
Enjoy beautiful things.
Just don’t turn affection into a scoreboard.
A gift should carry a feeling.
It should never have to become evidence.
7. MORE THAN WHAT I BRING
See the Man
Remove everything.
The suit.
The watch.
The restaurant.
The flowers.
The achievements.
The money.
The mistakes.
The reputation.
What remains?
A human being.
This song asks to be loved beyond usefulness.
There are moments when a man doesn’t want to lead, fix, provide or solve anything.
Sometimes he simply wants to come home, put everything down and know somebody is happy…
simply because he came home.
But the song also turns the mirror around.
If a man asks a woman to see beyond his money and achievements, he must also learn to see beyond her beauty, body and what she provides him.
Two people.
No scoreboard.
No price.
More than what we bring.
8. A MAN DOESN’T STOP
The Man Who Gets Up Again
This is the resilience song of the album.
A man can fail.
Lose.
Make mistakes.
Lose love.
Question himself.
Watch dreams collapse.
Care for his children.
Care for his aging parents.
Carry responsibilities while privately wondering whether he has enough strength left for himself.
And still…
morning comes.
This song rejects the idea that masculine strength means feeling nothing.
A man can break. A man can cry. A man can say, “I’m hurting.” A man can say, “I need you.”
The strength comes afterward.
He stands again.
Not because he knows he will win.
Because he isn’t finished.
As long as he keeps walking, the story isn’t over.
9. LOVE HER TODAY
The Romantic Answer
After eight songs of questions, this song stops analysing love.
If she’s beside you—
love her.
Kiss her in the kitchen.
Take her hand.
Cook together.
Walk somewhere without a destination.
Pour the wine you’ve been saving.
Take the photograph.
Tell her she’s beautiful.
Put the phone down.
Make ordinary moments extraordinary.
Because one day we may realize…
they already were.
There will always be another meeting.
Another problem.
Another bill.
Another goal.
Another reason to postpone happiness.
But love does not require a perfect life before it is allowed to exist.
If you love her…
love her today.
10. WHEN TODAY BECOMES YESTERDAY
The Final Understanding
The album ends where it began:
with time.
Children grow.
Parents age.
Bodies change.
Fortunes turn.
Relationships evolve.
Some people stay.
Some leave.
Some dreams become achievements.
Others become lessons.
And eventually every today becomes yesterday.
The final song therefore asks a different question.
When we eventually look back, what do we want to remember?
Only what we earned?
What we owned?
How hard we worked?
Or also whose hand we held?
Who made us laugh?
Who sat beside us?
Who we loved?
The final realization becomes:
Tomorrow deserves my dreams. Yesterday deserves my forgiveness. But today deserves me.
The album closes by returning emotionally to the piano atmosphere where the journey began.
Yesterday is memory.
Tomorrow is hope.
And this… this is life.
We have today.
THE SOUND OF THE ALBUM
The musical identity of WE HAVE TODAY combines Cinematic Romantic Melodic House and Emotional Deep House, built around piano, expressive violin, deep cello and warm melodic bass.
Each instrument carries an emotional role.
The piano represents intimacy, memory and the man’s internal thoughts.
The cello carries wounds, responsibility and emotional weight.
The violin represents romance, tenderness, longing and love.
The bass guitar becomes the heartbeat—the part of the man that keeps moving forward.
Across the album, violin and cello often respond to each other almost like two people having a conversation when words are no longer enough.
The electronic elements provide movement without overwhelming the storytelling.
This is music meant not only for dancing or listening.
It is designed to feel cinematic—to make the listener see a story while hearing it.
THE MESSAGE
WE HAVE TODAY is not an album about men versus women.
It is not about blaming somebody for the past.
It is not about rejecting money, success, ambition, romance or beautiful things.
It is about perspective.
Work hard.
Build your future.
Take care of your children.
Care for your aging parents.
Dream bigger.
Buy the flowers.
Take her somewhere beautiful.
Wear the watch.
Enjoy what you worked for.
Fall in love.
And when life knocks you down…
get up again.
But somewhere between building tomorrow and carrying yesterday…
don’t forget to live today.
To every man who has ever walked into work on Monday morning carrying something nobody could see…
To every father who kept going because somebody depended on him…
To every son watching his parents grow older…
To every dreamer who failed and tried again…
To every man who loved, lost, learned, rebuilt and somehow still kept his heart open…
This album is for you.
You do not need to pretend that nothing hurts.
You do not need to have every answer.
Your story does not end because something went wrong.
As long as you are still here, there is another page to write.
So work.
Dream.
Create.
Love.
Laugh.
Cry when you need to.
Hold the people you love.
And tomorrow morning…
get up again.
Because yesterday has already become a memory.
Tomorrow is still only a dream.
But right now—
you are here.
And right now…
LYRICS
1. WE HAVE TODAY
I know where I’ve been. I know where you’ve been.
Neither of us arrived untouched.
We carried our stories, we carried our scars,
and learned in our own ways how much love can cost.
I spent half my life trying to understand…
who stays, who changes, who means what they say.
Then you came…
and somewhere between your eyes and your smile…
I stopped asking.
So walk beside me.
Let the wind play with your hair.
Turn around…
give me that smile.
For once, I don’t need an answer.
I just want to be there.
We have today…
The wind, the river,
your hand close to mine.
No promises to measure, no questions to explain.
Just your smile beside me…
and sunlight after rain.
We have today…
Let the river find its way.
Some moments don’t need a destination
to mean everything.
We knew how this started.
We never had to pretend.
But somewhere between your laughter…
your touch…
and waking by your side…
something changed.
You became more than a meeting.
More than a beautiful night.
And I became more vulnerable
than I ever meant to be.
Maybe I felt too much.
Maybe you felt it too.
Maybe that’s something neither of us needs to prove.
All I know…
when I was there with you…
it was real to me.
We have today…
The sand, the trees,
your laughter on the breeze.
No promises to measure, no questions to explain.
Just your smile beside me…
and sunlight after rain.
We have today…
Let the river find its way.
Some moments don’t need a destination
to mean everything.
I never needed you perfect.
I hope you never needed that from me.
You came with your yesterday.
I came with mine.
Two imperfect hearts…
finding something beautiful between them.
Maybe love isn’t holding tighter.
Maybe sometimes…
it’s giving each other room to breathe.
And still…
somehow…
feeling close.
There was a morning…
you held me differently.
Tears in your eyes…
your arms around me.
And you said…
you chose happiness with me…
in this life…
and many more.
I remember.
God… I remember.
Not because I need those words again.
Not because I’m asking what they mean today.
But because…
for one beautiful morning…
I believed you.
And maybe…
you believed it too.
So…
we have today…
Walk with me.
Come closer.
Let the river carry what we cannot say.
No yesterday to repair.
No tomorrow to arrange.
Just your heart, close to mine…
and this little piece of time.
We have today…
The wind, the river,
your beautiful smile…
and me…
quietly learning
that I don’t have to understand love
to feel it.
Some moments don’t need a destination.
Some feelings don’t need an explanation.
Sometimes a moment can touch your heart…
Sometimes it can hurt…
and still… be beautiful.
Walk beside me.
Laugh with me.
Let the wind play with your hair.
Let me remember you…
just like this.
You once chose happiness with me…
in this life…
and many more.
And today…
I’m choosing happiness too.
With the memories.
With the questions.
With everything we never learned to say.
The river knows where it’s going.
We don’t have to.
For this moment…
we have today.
We have today…
2. THE BOY WHO LEARNED TO CARRY
I was still a boy when the room became too heavy.
Words I couldn’t understand, tears I couldn’t fix.
Someone needed protecting.
Someone had to be strong.
So I stood where a child shouldn’t stand…
and learned to carry on.
I learned love could have sides.
I learned silence could hurt.
I learned you could love two people…
and still be asked who you loved more.
I didn’t know the answer.
I was only a boy.
But somehow…
I learned to carry.
Carry the anger.
Carry the fear.
Carry the words I was too young to hear.
Hold back the tears.
Stand up tall.
Nobody told me…
I was allowed to fall.
I was the boy who learned to carry…
Before I learned how to let things go.
I learned to be strong before I knew what strength was.
And somewhere inside the man you see today…
there’s still that boy…
carrying yesterday.
Years went by.
The boy became a man.
Work in his hands, dreams in his head,
people depending on him.
Bills on the table.
Promises to keep.
And nights when nobody knew…
how little he would sleep.
But morning came.
So did he.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I’m still the boy who learned to carry…
Only now they call me a man.
I keep moving with a heart full of questions.
I keep building with scars in my hands.
You see what I’ve made.
You see where I stand.
But you may never know how far I’ve walked…
just to become this man.
For years I thought being strong
meant never putting anything down.
Never saying…
I’m tired.
Never saying…
that hurt.
Never saying…
hold me too.
But maybe strength isn’t carrying everything.
Maybe it’s knowing
what was never yours to carry.
And maybe that boy…
deserves to breathe.
I can’t change the rooms I grew up in.
I can’t unsay the words I heard.
But I can finally tell that boy…
You made it.
You don’t have to fight every battle anymore.
You don’t have to carry everyone
to deserve someone carrying you.
And after everything…
you can still dream.
You can still open your heart.
You can still love.
I was the boy who learned to carry…
Now I’m the man learning to live.
Yesterday made me.
Tomorrow may change me.
But neither one is where I am.
So I’ll put down what I can…
and hold close what is here.
Because after all I’ve carried…
I have today.
Maybe I was never meant to carry the world.
Maybe I was only meant to live in it.
To work.
To dream.
To love.
To breathe.
The boy is still here.
But tonight…
he doesn’t have to carry everything.
He has today.
We have today.
3. MONDAY MORNING
You see the flowers on Saturday night.
The dinner, the wine, the city lights.
You see the suit, the watch on my hand.
You see the life…
but not the man.
You don’t see Monday before the sun.
Coffee going cold, another day begun.
Bills on the table.
People depending on me…
and no time for breaking.
I button my shirt.
I straighten my tie.
Whatever I’m carrying…
I leave it inside.
The world doesn’t stop because my heart hurts.
Monday morning… I go back to work.
Nobody photographs Monday morning.
Nobody sees what a man has to carry.
They see what he gives.
They see what he owns.
But not all the nights he carried it alone.
Nobody photographs Monday morning.
The pressure, the bills, the weight in his hands.
But morning comes…
and he rises again.
That’s the man I am.
There’s always something that needs to be paid.
Someone who needs me.
Another decision to make.
A family.
A future.
A promise.
A dream.
And somewhere between them…
there’s still me.
Sometimes I’m tired.
Sometimes I’m scared.
Sometimes I wonder if anybody cares.
Not for what I provide.
Not for what I can do.
But when I come home tired…
will you still see me too?
Nobody photographs Monday morning.
They remember the flowers.
They remember the wine.
But nobody asks what they cost him in time.
Morning comes…
and he rises again.
Not because he cannot break…
because he carries on.
I don’t need applause.
I don’t need to be called strong.
Sometimes I just need somewhere
I don’t have to perform.
Don’t bring me another answer tonight.
Just sit beside me.
Put your hand in mine.
And tell me…
[Music almost disappears]
“I see you.”
Not the suit.
Not the watch.
Not what I bring home.
Me.
Tomorrow may bring another Monday morning.
Another bill.
Another fight.
Another dream worth chasing.
And I’ll get up.
I’ll go again.
But tonight…
if you’re here beside me…
let me put the world down for a while.
No comparisons.
No expectations.
Just your head against my shoulder…
and your smile.
Because life isn’t only Saturday night.
Sometimes love is simply…
being there on Monday morning.
The flowers will fade.
The glasses will empty.
But if Monday comes…
and you’re still beside me…
maybe that’s the kind of love
I’ve been looking for.
Tomorrow can wait.
Tonight you’re here.
And after everything…
We have today.
4. WHAT DOES A MAN COST?
I like to see you smile when I bring you flowers.
I like choosing the table, pouring the wine.
I like taking your hand and making you feel
for a few beautiful hours…
the whole world is mine.
[Violin enters]
I never counted what love made me give.
When giving came from my heart…
it made me feel alive.
But somewhere the questions changed.
How much?
How often?
How big?
How expensive?
And something beautiful started feeling measured.
So quietly…
I started wondering…
What does a man cost?
Is it written on the flowers he brings?
The dinners he pays for?
The diamonds, the dresses, the beautiful things?
If another man gives more…
does my love suddenly mean less?
Tell me…
when you look at me…
do you see the man or what he can spend?
There will always be someone with a bigger house.
A faster car.
A richer life.
Someone can bring a hundred roses
when I arrive with twelve.
But don’t count my flowers.
Look at the hands that brought them.
Don’t measure my heart by the size of the box.
Because everything I gave when I loved you…
was never just something I bought.
What does a man cost?
Is he worth what he gives you tonight?
Or the mornings he works,
the battles he fights,
the dreams he keeps building when nothing goes right?
I wanted to give because I loved you.
But somewhere I became afraid…
would you still love me if one day I gave you less?
I don’t want you to stop dreaming.
I don’t want you to want less from life.
I want beautiful dinners.
I want flowers.
I want journeys under foreign skies.
[Violin enters tenderly]
I just don’t want love to become a competition
I can never finish winning.
Because someone will always have more.
But nobody else can be me.
So don’t ask what a man costs.
Ask what remains when the gifts are gone.
When the restaurant closes.
When the flowers fade.
When the beautiful night becomes another day.
Will you sit beside him?
Will you know his heart?
Will you still reach for his hand?
Because I can buy you flowers…
but I cannot buy what I’m looking for.
I want to be loved before I am measured.
I want to be seen…
before I am priced.
So when I bring you flowers…
smile.
Let me enjoy giving them to you.
Just don’t count them.
Look at me.
See the man standing behind them.
Tomorrow…
I may have more.
I may have less.
But tonight…
my heart is here.
And
We have today.
5. IF EVERYTHING CHANGED
You once asked me…
what happens when everything changes?
If beauty fades.
If money disappears.
If the body that once held me
can no longer hold me near.
If tomorrow takes away the things we have today…
would love still know our names?
I didn’t know how to answer then.
Maybe I was afraid of what the answer meant.
But I’ve lived enough to know one thing…
love isn’t only for the easy days.
If everything changed…
If your body grew tired,
if your beautiful eyes could no longer find mine,
if I had to hold your hand through the longest night…
I’d still know it’s you.
If the laughter disappeared,
if life became something we never planned…
I’d still sit beside you.
I’d still hold your hand.
Because if I truly love you…
I don’t only love what you can give me.
And then I wondered…
would you know me too?
If the money became less.
If the victories stopped.
If the man you met lost everything
except the heart that loved you.
Would I still be the same man in your eyes?
Or does love change when fortune does?
I don’t ask because I doubt you.
I ask because…
life changes everything.
If everything changed…
If the lights went out,
if the beautiful life became harder somehow,
would we remember what brought us this close?
Would you still know me?
I’d still know you.
Not your body.
Not your beauty.
Not what you brought into my life.
You.
Maybe love was never meant to be tested.
Maybe life does enough testing for us.
Illness.
Age.
Failure.
Distance.
Time.
Things neither of us can control.
So while your hand still fits into mine…
why should I spend today
being afraid of tomorrow?
If everything changed…
I cannot promise I’d have every answer.
I cannot promise I would never be afraid.
But if love is real…
I’ll be there.
Not because you’re perfect.
Not because life is easy.
Not because of what you can give.
I’ll be there…
because it’s you.
And if one day everything changes for me…
I won’t ask you for a promise tonight.
Just see me.
Know me.
Love the man…
not only the life around him.
Everything changes.
Bodies.
Fortunes.
Dreams.
Even we change.
But your hand is in mine now.
So I won’t waste this moment testing tomorrow.
Tonight…
I choose to love you today.
Because tomorrow can change everything.
But right now…
We have today.
6. DON’T COMPARE MY FLOWERS
I saw them in the window and thought of you.
Didn’t count the roses.
Didn’t ask the price.
I only imagined that little smile…
when I placed them in your hands tonight.
Maybe someone brought you more.
Maybe his bouquet filled the room.
But these were never just flowers to me…
they were a moment I wanted with you.
There will always be someone with more.
A bigger car.
A brighter door.
But love was never meant to stand in a line…
waiting to be compared.
Don’t compare my flowers.
Don’t count them one by one.
Don’t ask who brought you hundred when I only brought you twelve.
Look at the hands that chose them.
Look at the eyes watching you smile.
Because when I gave you those flowers…
I was giving you a little piece of mine.
I want to take you somewhere beautiful.
Pour your wine.
Pull out your chair.
Dance with you when nobody’s watching.
Wake beside you and find you there.
I like giving.
I like romance.
I like seeing you feel adored.
But when love becomes a competition…
every gift begins to lose its soul.
Don’t compare my flowers.
Don’t measure how much I spent.
A gift should carry a feeling…
not become evidence.
Someone will always have more than me.
Someone will always give more than I can.
But nobody else can bring you flowers…
with the heart of this man.
I don’t want you to stop dreaming.
Want beautiful things.
Wear beautiful dresses.
Let me spoil you sometimes.
Just don’t make me compete for your heart.
Because the day I have to buy my place there…
is the day I start wondering…
was there ever a place for me?
So take my flowers.
Put them by the window.
Let them fill the room for a little while.
And when they fade…
don’t remember how many there were.
Remember the evening.
Remember my hands.
Remember the man who looked at you
like for that moment…
the whole world was his.
Don’t compare my flowers.
Just let me love you the way I know.
Because love isn’t in how much we give…
it’s in what we mean when we give it.
One day these flowers will fade.
Everything beautiful eventually changes.
But tonight…
they’re here.
You’re here.
I’m here.
And before tomorrow asks anything of us…
We have today.
7. MORE THAN WHAT I BRING
Take away the suit.
Take away the watch.
Take away the table I reserved for us.
Take away the flowers.
The wine.
The city lights.
Take away everything that shines around my life.
And when there’s nothing left to impress your eyes…
would you still look at me the same tonight?
I’ve been the provider.
The dreamer.
The man with a plan.
But underneath everything I’ve learned how to become…
I’m still just a man.
I’m more than what I bring.
More than what I buy.
More than the life you see from outside.
More than my victories.
More than my mistakes.
More than the choices I wish I could change.
If you want to know me…
come closer.
Look beneath everything.
And love me…
for more than what I bring.
I’ve built things.
I’ve lost things.
I’ve started again.
I’ve loved.
I’ve failed.
I’ve learned how to mend.
There are chapters behind me I cannot rewrite.
But they brought me here…
to you tonight.
I never asked you to arrive without a past.
So don’t ask me to become mine.
We are more than where we’ve been.
We’re who we choose to be today.
I’m more than what I bring.
More than what I earn.
More than every scar and every lesson learned.
See the hands that keep working.
See the heart that still believes.
See the man standing in front of you…
not only what he can achieve.
Sometimes…
I don’t want to lead.
I don’t want to solve.
I don’t want to prove that I can carry it all.
Sometimes…
I want to come home,
put everything down…
and know that someone is happy
simply because I’m there.
Not because I brought something.
Not because I fixed something.
Not because I paid.
Just because…
I came home.
So if you love me…
love the man before the things.
Love the dreamer when the dream gets hard.
Love the laughter.
Love the silence.
Love the imperfect beating heart.
And I’ll try to love you the same.
Not only your beauty.
Not only your touch.
Not only what you bring into my world.
You.
And me.
No score to keep.
No price to meet.
Just two people…
more than what we bring.
Tomorrow…
I may have more.
I may have less.
So may you.
That’s life.
But tonight…
if you can see me,
and I can see you…
maybe that’s enough.
No roles.
No prices.
No pretending.
Just us.
And for this moment…
We have today.
8. A MAN DOESN’T STOP
I’ve watched dreams fall apart.
I’ve watched love change its mind.
I’ve given everything I knew how to give…
and still been left with questions behind.
I’ve lost.
I’ve failed.
I’ve stood alone in rooms nobody sees.
[Warm bass begins]
Then morning came…
and somehow…
so did I.
I don’t wake up because nothing hurts.
I don’t keep going because I’m made of stone.
Some mornings…
I carry pieces of myself
just to make it out the door.
A man doesn’t stop because his heart is broken.
He doesn’t stop because the road gets hard.
He can fall.
He can cry.
He can lose what he thought was his life.
But morning comes…
and he stands again.
Not because he never breaks…
because he refuses to remain broken.
There were days I doubted everything.
The work.
The dream.
The man in the mirror.
But someone still needed me.
Something still needed building.
And somewhere inside…
a little fire was still there.
So I worked.
I created.
I failed again.
I learned.
I started again.
Not because I knew I would win…
because I wasn’t finished.
A man doesn’t stop because life gets heavy.
He learns where to place the weight.
He carries his children.
He cares for his aging parents.
He carries his dreams.
And sometimes…
he carries himself.
He may walk slowly.
He may walk wounded.
But as long as he keeps walking…
the story isn’t over yet.
But listen…
being strong doesn’t mean
I don’t need love.
It doesn’t mean I don’t need arms around me.
It doesn’t mean I never get tired.
Sometimes the strongest thing a man can say is…
I’m hurting.
Sometimes courage is…
I need you.
And sometimes strength is allowing someone
to see the part of you…
that isn’t strong tonight.
So tomorrow…
I’ll rise again.
I’ll button my shirt.
I’ll face the world.
I’ll build.
I’ll dream.
I’ll love again.
Not because life promised me anything.
Not because tomorrow belongs to me.
But because my story is still being written.
And while my heart is still beating…
I’m still here.
A man can break.
A man can cry.
A man can fall a thousand times.
But today…
if he can stand…
he stands.
Maybe tomorrow brings another battle.
Maybe tomorrow brings everything I dreamed.
I don’t know.
And I don’t need to know tonight.
I’m breathing.
I’m dreaming.
I’m still loving.
I’m still becoming.
My story isn’t over.
And right now…
I have today.
We have today.
9. LOVE HER TODAY
If she’s beside you when the morning comes…
don’t reach for your phone.
Reach for her.
Let the coffee wait.
Let the world keep turning without you for a little while.
Look at her before the day begins…
and remember…
this moment will never happen twice.
There will always be another meeting.
Another bill.
Another dream you’re trying to build.
But if someone you love is smiling beside you…
don’t be too busy to notice.
Love her today.
Don’t save the flowers for another time.
Kiss her in the kitchen.
Take her hand outside.
Tell her she’s beautiful while she’s still there to hear it.
Laugh with her.
Dance with her.
Hold her a little longer tonight.
If you love her…
love her today.
Take the photograph.
Book the little trip.
Open the wine you were saving.
Cook something together.
Walk without a destination.
Let her steal your side of the bed.
Make ordinary moments feel extraordinary…
because one day you’ll understand…
they already were.
Love her today.
Not when work gets easier.
Not when the money is right.
Not when you’ve finally built the perfect life.
Life isn’t waiting for everything to be perfect.
Neither should love.
So put your worries down.
Look into her eyes.
And if your heart says you love her…
let her know tonight.
Maybe tomorrow we’ll have more.
More time.
More money.
More answers.
Maybe we won’t.
That’s not sadness.
That’s life.
And maybe knowing nothing lasts forever
is exactly why some moments
deserve everything we have.
So love her today.
Bring the flowers.
Pour the wine.
Make her laugh until she forgets the time.
Hold her close.
Make love.
Talk until morning.
Tell her the stories you never tell anyone.
Let her see the man behind everything you carry.
And see the woman behind everything she shows.
No measurements.
No comparisons.
No tests tonight.
Just two people…
choosing happiness
while happiness is here.
Tomorrow…
we’ll go back to building our lives.
There will be work.
Responsibilities.
Dreams waiting for us.
But tonight…
come closer.
Yesterday is already gone.
Tomorrow is still a dream.
But you’re here.
I’m here.
And that’s enough.
So if you love her…
don’t wait.
Love her today.
Because all We really have…
is today.
10. WHEN TODAY BECOMES YESTERDAY
One day this morning will be a memory.
This room.
This light.
The way you looked at me.
The flowers will fade.
The photographs will age.
And everything we call today…
will quietly turn another page.
That’s not something I want to fear anymore.
It’s what makes this moment worth living for.
Yesterday taught me.
Tomorrow calls me.
But neither one is where I am.
So before today becomes another memory…
let me live it while I can.
When today becomes yesterday…
I don’t want to wonder where the hours went.
I don’t want to remember all the things I worried about…
and forget the people I loved.
I want to remember that I was here.
That I worked.
That I dreamed.
That I loved.
That somehow…
I really lived.
Children grow.
Parents grow older.
Bodies change.
Fortunes turn.
Some dreams come true.
Some become lessons we needed to learn.
People arrive.
People leave.
Some stay longer than we ever believed.
And maybe life was never asking us
to hold everything forever.
Maybe it was asking us…
to know its value while it’s here.
When today becomes yesterday…
I hope I remember more than what I achieved.
Not only the money.
Not only the work.
Not only the things people could see.
I want to remember the hands I held.
The laughter.
The journeys.
The nights I loved.
Because in the end…
maybe the richest life
is the one we actually felt.
I spent years trying to understand yesterday.
Years building for tomorrow.
Trying to fix.
Trying to prove.
Trying to become.
And somewhere along the way…
I learned something simple.
Tomorrow deserves my dreams.
Yesterday deserves my forgiveness.
But today…
today deserves me.
So I’ll keep dreaming about tomorrow.
I’ll keep working for the life I want.
I’ll care for my children.
I’ll care for my aging parents.
I’ll build.
I’ll create.
I’ll fall.
I’ll rise.
And when love finds me…
I’ll love.
Not because I know how the story ends.
Not because anything is promised.
But because I’m here.
You’re here.
The sun is still above us.
And before this moment becomes yesterday…
I want to be inside it.
Yesterday taught me.
Tomorrow calls me.
But you’re here.
I’m here.
And the sun is still above us.
Maybe that’s enough.
Maybe it always was.
Yesterday is memory.
Tomorrow is hope.
And this…
this is life.
We have today.
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A deeply personal Hindi cinematic rock album, dedicated to my father and inspired by the journey from emotional wounds and broken relationships toward understanding, forgiveness and peace.
Today, I’m sharing one of my most personal music projects — DARAAREIN (दरारें), a Hindi cinematic rock and hard rock album dedicated to my father.
Born from real experiences, difficult questions and lessons that took years to understand, these songs explore the cracks that relationships can leave within us. But DARAAREIN is not an album about remaining trapped in those wounds. It is about what happens when we begin to understand them, find the courage to forgive, and finally allow ourselves to move forward in peace.
My father taught me perhaps the greatest lesson behind this album: the true meaning of forgiveness, simply by forgiving me.
दरारें — DARAAREIN
From Wounds, Through Forgiveness, to Peace
ज़ख़्म से, माफ़ी के रास्ते, सुकून तक
CINEMATIC ROCK • HARD ROCK • STORYTELLING
From BROKEN GLASSES to DARAAREIN
DARAAREIN began with four stories that I had previously explored through my English album BROKEN GLASSES.
But I did not want to simply translate those songs into Hindi.
Language carries emotion differently. A thought that feels powerful in English can touch an entirely different place in the heart when expressed in Hindi. So I returned to the emotions behind those songs and allowed myself to tell them again—keeping their meaning while giving them a new voice.
As the project developed, something unexpected happened.
I wrote another song: “Maine Koshish Ki” — मैंने कोशिश की (I Tried).
That song changed the emotional destination of the project. Instead of ending with questions about the past, DARAAREIN could end with acceptance.
Not everything can be repaired. Not everyone will be ready to forgive. Not every hand we extend will be held.
But there can still be tremendous peace in knowing:
I tried.
The Songs of DARAAREIN
01. Kisi Aur Ki Jung — किसी और की जंग Someone Else’s War
The journey begins with the realization that sometimes we inherit battles before we are old enough to understand them. We accept someone else’s version of right and wrong, carry anger that may never have belonged to us, and only much later begin asking our own questions.
At its heart is a simple realization: we do not have to pass every war we inherit to the next generation.
02. Kya Haasil Hua? — क्या हासिल हुआ? What Did You Gain?
What remains after years of anger? If an argument consumes decades of our lives, even being “right” may eventually feel like a very lonely victory.
Kya Haasil Hua? asks what hatred truly achieves when the battlefield eventually becomes empty. It is not simply a question directed toward another person; it is a question we can all ask ourselves.
03. Isse Koi Mard Nahin Banta — इससे कोई मर्द नहीं बनता That Doesn’t Make You a Man
Strength is often associated with winning, earning, dominating or refusing to bend.
This song challenges that idea.
For me, real strength is also the ability to stop a conflict rather than fuel it—to admit when we were wrong, protect rather than destroy, and refuse to hand inherited anger to another generation.
A strong man does not keep feeding the fire. Sometimes his greatest strength is having the courage to put it out.
04. Kya Seekha Tumne? — क्या सीखा तुमने? What Did You Learn?
We can collect degrees, build careers, earn money, travel the world and become successful—and still overlook some of life’s simplest lessons.
Did we learn gratitude?
Did we learn to recognise sacrifice?
Did we learn to understand someone before it was too late?
And after learning everything the world could teach us, did we learn how to love?
05. Maine Koshish Ki — मैंने कोशिश की I Tried
This became the emotional conclusion of DARAAREIN.
It is about reaching out without knowing whether another hand will reach back. It is about understanding that reconciliation cannot be forced and forgiveness cannot be demanded.
There comes a moment when we have to distinguish between giving up and letting go.
The song arrives at perhaps the most important thought behind the entire project:
My victory does not have to be somebody else’s defeat. My victory can simply be that I chose not to pass the war forward.
And after doing everything within our power, perhaps sometimes the most peaceful words we can say are:
मैंने कोशिश की — I tried.
Why the Broken Glasses Remain
The visual identity of DARAAREIN deliberately continues the broken-glass symbolism of BROKEN GLASSES.
A broken glass can represent a relationship, a belief, a memory or even an earlier version of ourselves. Once shattered, it may never return to exactly what it once was.
But DARAAREIN introduces another important symbol: one glass remains standing.
For me, that standing glass represents survival.
Life can leave cracks. Relationships can change us. Words can wound us. People can leave. Yet something within us can remain standing—not untouched, but wiser.
Perhaps healing is not always about putting every broken piece back together.
Sometimes healing is simply learning how to live beautifully among the pieces.
Dedicated to My Father
This album is dedicated to my father. I love you Dad.
To my father, who taught me the true meaning of forgiveness by forgiving me.
There are lessons we understand when we are young, and there are others that require half a lifetime.
I am grateful that, despite everything that had passed between us, life gave me the opportunity to return, understand, reconcile and share beautiful years with him before he left this world.
That experience changed the way I understand forgiveness.
Forgiveness does not erase history. It does not pretend that pain never existed. It simply decides that pain does not deserve to control everything that comes afterward.
That lesson lives inside DARAAREIN.
A Personal Note
If there is one thing I hope listeners carry away from this album, it is this:
Do not wait too long to take that one step.
If there is someone you love but no longer understand, perhaps speak.
If there is someone you hurt, perhaps apologise.
If somebody genuinely asks for forgiveness, perhaps consider giving it.
And if you have tried with an open heart but another person is not yet ready, perhaps allow yourself to move forward without turning that disappointment into another lifetime of anger.
We cannot repair every relationship.
We cannot rewrite every chapter.
We cannot force another person to walk toward us.
But we can decide what we carry forward.
I have carried anger. I have carried questions. I have carried regret.
Today, I would rather carry gratitude.
Because eventually the arguments become quiet, the years pass, and the people we once fought with may no longer be there.
What remains are memories—and the question of whether, while we still had time, we tried.
DARAAREIN is dedicated to my father, with love, gratitude and peace.
Album:DARAAREIN (दरारें) Subtitle:From Wounds, Through Forgiveness, to Peace Hindi:ज़ख़्म से, माफ़ी के रास्ते, सुकून तक Artist: Stylish Indian Genre: Cinematic Rock • Hard Rock • Storytelling Language: Hindi Tracks: 5 + 1 in English
LYRICS
किसीऔरकीजंग
उम्र छोटी थी, समझ भी छोटी, सच क्या था, ये जानता न था। जो कहानी मुझको सुनाई गई, उसके आगे कुछ देखता न था।
किसी का दर्द मेरा गुस्सा बना, किसी की नाराज़गी मेरी आवाज़। मैं लड़ता रहा पूरे यक़ीन से, पर सवाल कभी किया ही नहीं—
ये लड़ाई मेरी थी भी… या नहीं?
मैंने जिसे सच समझा, वो सच का बस एक हिस्सा था।
और मैं सिपाही बन गया…
किसीऔरकीजंगमें।
मैं लड़ता रहा किसी और की जंग में,
अपने ही हाथों से रिश्ते तोड़ता रहा।
मुझे लगता था मैं सही के साथ खड़ा हूँ,
पर वक़्त ने सिखाया—
हर कहानी के दो पहलू होते हैं।
फिर ज़िंदगी ने खेल बदला, और मुझे उसी राह पर ला खड़ा किया।
जिस दर्द को कभी समझा नहीं, वक़्त ने वही दर्द मुझे भी महसूस करा दिया।
जिन कदमों पर सवाल उठाए थे, एक दिन उन्हीं कदमों पर चला।
और पहली बार…
गुस्से से नहीं,
उसकी जगह खड़े होकर उसे देखा।
कर्म शायद सज़ा नहीं देता।
कर्म कभी-कभी बस जगह बदल देता है—
ताकि हम वो महसूस कर सकें जिसे कभी समझना नहीं चाहा।
मैं लड़ता रहा किसी और की जंग में,
बिना जाने किसे खोता रहा।
जिसे गलत समझता रहा बरसों,
वक़्त ने एक दिन उसका सच दिखा दिया।
और तब समझ आया—
जीतने से बड़ा भी कुछ होता है…
समझना।
एक दिन हिम्मत करके मैं वापस गया।
कोई बहाना नहीं।
कोई सफ़ाई नहीं।
बस इतना कहा—
मुझसेगलतीहुई।
और जवाब में…
न गुस्सा मिला।
न हिसाब।
न कोई पुरानी शिकायत।
बस…
माफ़ी।
इतनी आसानी से,
कि मेरी सारी पुरानी लड़ाइयाँ एक पल में छोटी लगने लगीं।
उस दिन समझ आया—
बड़ा वो नहीं जो हर लड़ाई जीत जाए।
बड़ा वो है जो माफ़ कर सके।
और मज़बूत वो नहीं जो कभी झुके नहीं।
कभी-कभी सबसे बड़ी ताक़त है—
अपनी गलती मानना,
वापस जाना,
और कहना…
मुझेमाफ़करदो।
मैं सिपाही था किसी और की जंग में,
पर अब वो हथियार रख चुका हूँ।
जो बीत गया उसे बदल नहीं सकता,
पर आगे कैसे जीना है—
ये आज भी मेरे हाथ में है।
अब न कोई बदला,
न कोई हिसाब,
न किसी से जीतने की चाह।
बस कोशिश है—
कल से थोड़ा बेहतर बनूँ,
थोड़ा अच्छा करूँ,
और जितना हो सके…
प्यारछोड़करजाऊँ।
ज़िंदगी की सबसे बड़ी सीख शायद यही है—
हर बात पर यक़ीन करने से पहले,
हर इंसान को गलत कहने से पहले,
कभी उसकी जगह खड़े होकर भी देखना।
हो सकता है…
जिससे तुम लड़ रहे हो,
वो तुम्हारा दुश्मन ही न हो।
और हो सकता है…
जिस जंग को तुम अपनी समझते रहे,
वो कभी तुम्हारी थी ही नहीं।
मैंबहुतछोटाथा जबकिसीऔरकीजंगमेंउतराथा…
और उसे छोड़ते-छोड़ते,
ज़िंदगीसमझआगई।
क्याहासिलहुआ?
कितने साल गुज़र गए,
वही शिकवे, वही सवाल।
वही गुस्सा दिल में लेकर,
वही बीते कल का ख़याल।
कितने चेहरे दूर हुए,
कितने रिश्ते छूट गए।
तुम सच साबित होते-होते,
ज़िंदगी के साल बीत गए।
आज भी अगर वही दर्द है,
आज भी अगर वही आग…
तो बस एक सवाल है मेरा—
इतना लड़कर…
**क्या हासिल हुआ?**
क्या हासिल हुआ?
इतनी लंबी जंग से?
क्या हासिल हुआ?
इतने गुस्से, इतनी रंजिश से?
जब अपने ही दूर हो गए,
और आवाज़ें चुप हो गईं…
अगर तुम सही भी थे—
तो बताओ…
**क्या हासिल हुआ?**
कभी किसी ने समझाया होगा,
हर कहानी एक तरफ़ नहीं।
कभी किसी ने ये भी कहा होगा,
शायद गलती सिर्फ़ उसकी नहीं।
पर जब दिल फैसला कर ले,
तो सच भी सुनाई देता कहाँ?
हम वही देखते रहते हैं
जो हमारे गुस्से को सही बताए।
और धीरे-धीरे…
इंसान से ज़्यादा
हम अपनी नाराज़गी से
प्यार करने लगते हैं।
पर वक़्त किसी का पक्ष नहीं लेता।
वो बस चलता रहता है।
और एक दिन पीछे मुड़कर
सिर्फ़ इतना पूछता है—
**अब क्या बचा?**
क्या हासिल हुआ?
इतनी लंबी जंग से?
क्या हासिल हुआ?
हर रिश्ते को कसौटी पर रखकर?
जिसे हराना था
वो सामने भी नहीं…
मैदान खाली पड़ा है।
तो बताओ—
**अब किससे लड़ रहे हो?**
शायद कर्म सज़ा नहीं है।
शायद कर्म वो दिन है
जब ज़िंदगी तुम्हें
उसी जगह खड़ा कर देती है…
जहाँ कभी
कोई और खड़ा था।
और अचानक—
उसकी ख़ामोशी समझ आती है।
उसकी थकान समझ आती है।
उसका दर्द समझ आता है।
और शायद पहली बार
दिल पूछता है—
**क्या मैं भी गलत हो सकता था?**
किसी को माफ़ करने से
तुम छोटे नहीं हो जाते।
अपनी गलती मान लेने से
तुम हार नहीं जाते।
कभी-कभी एक कदम आगे बढ़ाना
पूरी उम्र की जंग जीतने से बड़ा है।
क्योंकि ज़िंदगी बहुत छोटी है
ये साबित करते रहने के लिए—
कि गलती हमेशा
किसी और की थी।
क्या हासिल हुआ?
अगर जीतकर भी दिल खाली रहा?
क्या हासिल हुआ?
अगर सच के साथ भी कोई अपना नहीं रहा?
जब कुर्सियाँ खाली हो जाएँगी,
जब आवाज़ें याद बन जाएँगी,
जब लड़ने वाला कोई नहीं रहेगा…
तब किसे दोष दोगे?
तब किससे नाराज़ रहोगे?
तब कौन सुनेगा
कि तुम सही थे?
**क्या हासिल हुआ?**
शायद एक दिन समझ आए—
सही होना
हमेशा जीतना नहीं होता।
और झुक जाना
हमेशा हारना नहीं होता।
कभी-कभी सबसे बड़ी जीत है—
किसी का हाथ पकड़ लेना
जब अभी भी वक़्त बाकी हो।
क्योंकि एक दिन
वक़्त नहीं रहेगा।
लोग नहीं रहेंगे।
बहस नहीं रहेगी।
सिर्फ़ यादें रहेंगी।
और एक सवाल…
जिसका जवाब
हमें खुद देना होगा—
इतनी सारी ज़िंदगी
लड़ते-लड़ते गुज़ार दी…
**क्या हासिल हुआ?**
इससेकोईमर्दनहींबनता
तुम कहते थे
कम उम्र में कमाना सीख लिया
अपने पैरों पर चलना सीख लिया
दुनिया से लड़कर आगे बढ़े
अपना रास्ता खुद बना लिया
हाँ, मेहनत बड़ी बात है
ज़िम्मेदारी भी आसान नहीं
लेकिन सिर्फ़ कमाने से
सिर्फ़ दुनिया से लड़ जाने से
कोई मर्द नहीं बनता
मैं छोटा था
तुम्हारी बातों में वज़न था
तुमने जिसे गलत कहा
मैंने भी उसे गलत माना
तुम्हारा गुस्सा
मेरी सोच बन गया
तुमने लड़ाई दिखाई
और मैंने समझ लिया
यही सच है
पर इससे कोई मर्द नहीं बनता!
आग लगाकर
उसे बहादुरी कहना
इससे कोई मर्द नहीं बनता!
दिलों में नफ़रत भरकर
उसे सच्चाई कहना
इससे कोई मर्द नहीं बनता!
मर्द वो है
जो जलती आग बुझाए
टूटते रिश्तों के बीच खड़ा होकर कहे
बस करो
बहुत लड़ लिए
अब कुछ जोड़कर देखते हैं
सालों बाद जब मैंने
अपनी आँखों से दुनिया देखी
हर कहानी वैसी नहीं थी
जैसी मुझे समझाई गई थी
जिसे दुश्मन समझकर
इतने साल बिताए
एक दिन उसी की जगह खड़ा हुआ
और बिना शब्दों के
बहुत कुछ समझ आया
तब दिल ने पूछा
अगर तुम इतने मज़बूत थे
तो हमें जोड़ने की कोशिश
क्यों नहीं की?
इससे कोई मर्द नहीं बनता!
पुरानी आग में
हर दिन लकड़ी डालना
इससे कोई मर्द नहीं बनता!
अपनों को बाँटकर
खुद को सही बताना
इससे कोई मर्द नहीं बनता!
मर्द वो है
जो अपनी गलती देख सके
दो दुश्मनों के बीच खड़ा होकर कहे
आज से ये जंग ख़त्म
मैं भी कभी
उस आग का हिस्सा था
किसी और का गुस्सा
मेरे हाथों में हथियार बन गया
लेकिन अगर मैं वही नफ़रत
अगले इंसान को दे दूँ
तो फर्क क्या रह जाएगा
तुममें और मुझमें?
इसलिए
ये आग मुझ पर ख़त्म होगी
मैं इसे आगे नहीं जाने दूँगा
इससे कोई मर्द नहीं बनता!
ज़ोर से बोलने से
हर बहस जीतने से
अपनी ताक़त दिखाने से
कोई मर्द नहीं बनता!
मर्द वो है
जो अपनी ताक़त से किसी को बचाए
मर्द वो है
जो नफ़रत विरासत में न दे जाए
मर्द वो है
जो आग के सामने खड़ा होकर कहे
ये आग मुझ पर ख़त्म होगी!
मैं इसे आगे नहीं जाने दूँगा!
ज़िंदगी ने मुझे एक बात सिखाई
कमज़ोर इंसान
आग फैलाता है
मज़बूत इंसान
उसे बुझाता है
मैं हर किसी को नहीं बदल सकता
हर दिल को नहीं जोड़ सकता
हर पुरानी लड़ाई
ख़त्म नहीं कर सकता
लेकिन एक फैसला
आज भी मेरा है
मैं कैसा इंसान बनूँगा
और अगर मेरी ताक़त
किसी टूटे दिल को जोड़ नहीं सकती
अगर मेरी समझ
किसी पुरानी नफ़रत को रोक नहीं सकती
अगर मेरी आवाज़
सिर्फ़ एक और लड़ाई पैदा करती है
तो चाहे दुनिया मुझे
कितना भी ताक़तवर कहे
इससे कोई मर्द नहीं बनता
क्यासीखातुमने?
किताबें पढ़ीं
डिग्रियाँ मिलीं
दुनिया ने काबिल माना तुम्हें
नाम कमाया
मंज़िल पाई
हर रास्ते पर आगे बढ़े
पर एक सवाल
आज भी बाकी है
इतना सब कुछ सीख लिया
पर अपनों की ख़ामोशी पढ़ना
क्यों नहीं सीखा?
जिसने दिया
वो देता रहा
और शायद देते-देते
उसका देना भी
आम लगने लगा
पर जो हमेशा मिलता रहे
उसकी कीमत
अक्सर उसके जाने के बाद
समझ आती है
क्या सीखा तुमने?
अगर शुक्रिया कहना
नहीं सीखा
क्या सीखा तुमने?
अगर किसी का दर्द
समझना नहीं सीखा
दुनिया जीतना सीख लिया
पर अपनों को
समझना नहीं सीखा
इतनी किताबें पढ़कर भी
अगर प्यार नहीं सीखा
तो बताओ
क्या सीखा तुमने?
कुछ हाथ
चुपचाप देते रहे
कुछ कंधे
बोझ उठाते रहे
न कोई हिसाब
न कोई शोर
बस ज़िम्मेदारियाँ
निभाते रहे
फिर धीरे-धीरे
जो मिलता रहा
वो हक़ सा लगने लगा
और जिसने सब कुछ दिया
वही एक दिन
कम लगने लगा
शायद गलती यही थी
हमने चीज़ें तो गिनीं
पर त्याग
कभी गिना ही नहीं
क्या सीखा तुमने?
अगर एहसान नहीं
एहसास समझना नहीं सीखा
क्या सीखा तुमने?
अगर देने वाले की
थकान नहीं देखी
दुनिया जीतना सीख लिया
नाम बनाना सीख लिया
पर जिसने रास्ता बनाया
उसे समझना नहीं सीखा
तो बताओ
क्या सीखा तुमने?
फिर एक दिन
कुर्सी खाली थी
आवाज़ चली गई थी
जो हाथ
सबका बोझ उठाते थे
वो अब वहाँ नहीं थे
और अचानक
बहुत से सवाल
बेकार हो गए
बहुत सी शिकायतें
छोटी लगने लगीं
क्योंकि जिसे जवाब देना था
वो जा चुका था
वक़्त रहते
कभी किसी को समझ लेना
शायद यही
सबसे बड़ी पढ़ाई है
वक़्त रहते
शुक्रिया कह देना
शायद यही
सबसे बड़ी समझदारी है
क्योंकि डिग्रियाँ
दीवारों पर रह जाती हैं
लेकिन इंसान
एक दिन
चले जाते हैं
क्या सीखा तुमने?
अगर माफ़ करना
नहीं सीखा
क्या सीखा तुमने?
अगर झुककर किसी का हाथ
पकड़ना नहीं सीखा
कामयाबी पा ली
दुनिया देख ली
बहुत कुछ हासिल कर लिया
पर अगर अपने ही दिल को
समझना नहीं सीखा
तो बताओ
क्या सीखा तुमने?
एक दिन
न कोई बहस रहेगी
न कोई शिकायत
न कोई होगा
जिसे गलत साबित करना है
बस यादें होंगी
कुछ खाली कुर्सियाँ
और शायद
एक सवाल
जो बहुत देर से
दिल पूछेगा
इतना सब कुछ
सीखते-सीखते
जीना सीखा
कमाना सीखा
जीतना सीखा
लेकिन…
क्या हमने
प्यार करना सीखा?
मैंनेकोशिशकी
एक रिश्ता था
जिसे समझने में
मुझे आधी ज़िंदगी लग गई
बहुत देर से सही
मैं वापस गया
कुछ बातें कहीं
कुछ बातें सुनीं
और जाते-जाते
वो मुझे ये सुकून दे गया
कि हमारे बीच
अब कोई जंग नहीं थी
सिर्फ़ प्यार
सिर्फ़ शुक्रिया
और ये एहसास
कि देर से सही
हमने एक-दूसरे को
समझ लिया था
तभी मैंने जाना
माफ़ी कमज़ोरी नहीं
कभी-कभी वापस लौटना ही
सबसे बड़ी जीत है
मैंने कोशिश की
जो टूट गया था
उसे थोड़ा जोड़ने की
मैंने कोशिश की
पुराने गुस्से को
पीछे छोड़ने की
मैंने हाथ बढ़ाया
दिल भी खोला
कहा
बहुत लड़ लिए
अब प्यार से
जी लेते हैं
मैंने कोशिश की
पूरे दिल से
मैंने कोशिश की
जो आज भी यहाँ हैं
उनसे भी यही चाहा
न कोई हिसाब
न कोई फैसला
बस थोड़ी सी शांति
मैंने कदम बढ़ाया
अपना अहंकार छोड़ा
लेकिन रिश्ता
एक हाथ से नहीं जुड़ता
और माफ़ी
किसी पर थोपी नहीं जाती
शायद तुम
अभी तैयार नहीं थे
मैंने कोशिश की
तुम्हें हराने की नहीं
तुम तक पहुँचने की
मैंने कोशिश की
कौन सही था
ये भूल जाने की
मैंने हाथ बढ़ाया
दिल भी खोला
बाकी तुम्हारे हाथ में था
मैंने कोशिश की
और अब
मुझे इसका सुकून है
शायद हर आत्मा
अपने वक़्त पर सीखती है
किसी को एक ज़िंदगी
किसी को कई जन्म
पर मैं अब
इस चक्र का हिस्सा नहीं
ये गुस्सा
आगे नहीं ले जाऊँगा
ये जंग
मुझ पर ख़त्म होगी
अगर कोई अगला कर्म है
तो कुछ ज़्यादा प्यार
कुछ कम शिकायत
और बहुत कम जंग
मैंने कोशिश की!
टूटे रिश्तों को
फिर से जोड़ने की
मैंने कोशिश की!
बीते कल को
वहीं छोड़ आने की
जिससे समय रहते
सुलह कर सका
उसका प्यार
आज भी मेरे साथ है
और जो मेरा हाथ
नहीं पकड़ सके
उनसे भी
कोई नफ़रत नहीं
क्योंकि मेरी जीत
तुम्हारी हार नहीं
मेरी जीत है
मैंने ये जंग
आगे नहीं बढ़ाई
मैंने कोशिश की
पूरे दिल से
मैंने कोशिश की
एक दिन
हम सब चले जाएँगे
न बहस साथ जाएगी
न अहंकार
शायद सिर्फ़ इतना बचेगा
हमने कितना प्यार किया
कितना माफ़ किया
मैंने अपना
एक कदम बढ़ाया था
बाकी तुम्हारे हाथ में था
मैंने नफ़रत नहीं चुनी
मैंने माफ़ी चुनी
मैंने शांति चुनी
और जहाँ तक
मुझसे हो सका
मैंने कोशिश की
मैंने कोशिश की…
I TRIED
There was someone
I spent half my life
Learning how to understand.
Too many years,
Too many battles,
Too much distance in between.
But I went back.
We spoke.
We listened.
Some things didn’t need a name.
And somehow after all those years,
We found each other again.
Then one day
He was gone.
But there was no war
Left inside me.
Only gratitude.
Only love.
And the peace of knowing
We made it right
While there was still time.
That’s when I learned
Forgiveness isn’t weakness.
Sometimes going back
Is the bravest road
You’ll ever take.
I TRIED
To put some broken pieces
Back together.
I TRIED
To leave the anger
Where it belonged.
I opened up my hands.
I opened up my heart.
I said
We’ve fought enough.
Maybe we could try
A little love.
I TRIED.
With everything I had.
I TRIED.
So I went to those
Who are still here.
No judgement.
No scoreboard.
I wasn’t asking
Who was right.
I only wanted peace.
I knocked on doors.
I took the steps.
I left my pride behind.
But two hearts cannot meet
If only one
Is willing to arrive.
Maybe what I gave
Wasn’t enough.
Or maybe…
You’re just not there yet.
I TRIED
Not to defeat you,
But to reach you.
I TRIED
To stop asking
Who was wrong.
I opened up my hands.
I opened up my heart.
The rest
Was yours to choose.
I TRIED.
And knowing that
Has finally brought me peace.
I TRIED.
Maybe every soul
Learns in its own time.
Some in one lifetime.
Some may need
A thousand roads
To understand
Forgiving someone
Doesn’t mean you lost.
Letting go
Doesn’t make you weak.
But I don’t want
Another lifetime
Carrying this war.
This anger
Ends with me.
If karma gives me
Another road,
I hope I walk it better.
A little more love.
A little less blame.
A little more understanding.
And far fewer wars.
Your battles
Belong to you now.
I cannot carry them
On my shoulders anymore.
And I won’t spend
The years ahead
Blaming you
For not opening the door.
As far as I could reach,
I reached.
As far as I could walk,
I walked.
As much love
As I knew how to give
I gave.
I TRIED!
To breathe some life
Into what was broken.
I TRIED!
To leave yesterday
Where yesterday belongs.
And the one
I made peace with
While there was still time
I carry that love
With me today.
And those
Who cannot take my hand…
I will not hate you.
Because my victory
Isn’t your defeat.
My victory is—
I DIDN’T PASS
THE WAR ALONG.
I TRIED!
With everything I had.
I TRIED!
I did my part.
And now…
I walk away
In peace.
One day
We’ll all be gone.
The arguments won’t follow us.
Neither will the pride.
Nobody will care
Who won the fight.
Maybe all that remains
Is how much we loved,
How much we forgave,
And when we had the chance
Whether we took
One step toward each other.
I took mine.
Maybe you couldn’t
Take yours.
That’s alright.
I still wish you well.
Because in this life
I didn’t choose hatred.
I chose forgiveness.
I chose peace.
And if someday
Someone asks about my story,
Don’t tell them
I fixed everything.
I couldn’t.
Just tell them—
He went back.
He opened his heart.
He tried to end the war.
And when he couldn’t
Bring everyone with him…
He didn’t become
What had hurt him.
He let go.
He lived.
He loved.
And…
He tried.
I tried…
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