So good at your job,
You've made me very disciplined,
The disciplines you've thought me,
Makes me a good charactered, bound by rules women.
It may sound harsh dear society,
But the discipline you trained me through,
Are more futile than my nostrils,
You've trapped me with rules,
Rules stronger than those metallic chains,
Locked me with the awards-named character, chastity, innocence, and ideal.

I'm so slow-witted to realise that now,
But it's never too late I'm awakened now,
I promise you no matter how much you try to scare,
I'm going to break every one of the rules,
You can keep your rewards- the hell who cares,
I was never meant to be an ideal,
I'm a little crazy since birth,
20 years is been enough,
Now I got my keys.
You'll be flabbergasted soon,
Just try me.

What is it papa?
Oh That my princess, it's an aeroplane,

Papa, I want one aeroplane, please.
Ooh, do you? Tomorrow you will have one I promise,

Papa, look plane plane, flying flying.
Yes now turn around, look there,
Wow papa, it's a plane plane, is it real,
Yes I just grabbed it from sky for you,
How papa are you a super hero?
Hahaha yes my little doll as long as you believe so,
Woooh, Papa let's fly,
Yess let's fly hohoooo,

Papa this is not real plane,
Yes beta it wasn't,
Why did you lie,I really thought you could fly,
Sorry beta, I wanted to be your superhero at least for some time.

No papa, you are wrong,
I know,
No superhero can be my dad. Now come let's play.

How do I tell her,
That it is " the foolish her", which she is desperate to hide,
made her more beautiful, natural and has my love.
How do I tell her, that I miss her "main kya hi karoon" waala laugh,
How do I tell her that I understand the world is mean but,
You can be yourself before me,
How do I tell her without telling her?

Sleep is my favourite foe.

It's always those unpredictable nice people,
Who inspires me so much to become like them.

Yesterday I was racing in a car,
The night before I was swimming, skydiving,
One night I became a photographer,
And a dancer some other day,
Beautiful dusk passed in the rhythm of my guitar, the next moment I was playing drums,
I was never a passenger on my bike at night,
Roads were also empty surprisingly,
Never mind I was a pro fighter the night before,
I wonder what will happen today,
I feel like going bungee jumping,
But the nightfall has not come yet,
And I guess there's a reason why they are called "dreams."

Your new version is pretty and tough,
Your changes make me proud enough,
But something inside me tried to peep,
That old little innocent silly blooming you, which is already buried so deep.