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sab kuchh apna hai

📜 Lyrics

What is ours in this world To say, everything is ours Everything is ours What is ours in this world Everything is ours Everything is ours In a way, even a dewdrop is a river In a way, even the river is thirsty Even the river is thirsty Even the river is thirsty In a way, even a diamond is a pebble In a way, even dust is gold Even dust is gold Even dust is gold What is ours in this world To say, everything is ours Everything is ours It is all just superficial talk Who has remembered whom Has remembered whom Has remembered whom That splendor left with you What is left in this city now What is left in Do not speak, at least show your face What do you have to lose in this What do you lose in this What do you lose in this What is ours in this world To say, everything is ours Everything is ours In the fireplace of thoughts, Nasir Lies a heap of extinguished days Lies a heap of Lies a heap of

💡 Meaning & story

Reimagine & composed by Mohammad Farooq written by Nasir Kazmi 1925 - 1972 • The Transience of the World and the Illusion of Ownership: At the very beginning, the poet states a grand truth—that in reality, nothing in this world belongs to us; it is all fleeting. Even though, outwardly, we claim ownership over everything. • The Difference in Perspective and Value: A dewdrop and a river, a diamond and dust—these are merely angles of perception and reflections of a person's own state. Sometimes even a humble drop assumes the vastness and significance of a river, and sometimes a great river itself appears thirsty (meaning incomplete and restless). A human being's worth also depends on circumstances and the observer's eye; what is mere dust to one may be gold to another. • The Reality of Relationships: In this world, people only speak sweet words to one's face (what is called superficial flattery). Behind one's back, no one remembers anyone with a sincere heart. • The Pain of Separation and Loneliness: With the departure of the beloved, all the vibrancy and charm of the city have vanished, and now no attraction or sense of belonging remains in this city for the poet. Heartbroken, he says that even if the beloved does not speak, they could at least show a single glimpse—what harm would it do them? • Memories of the Past (Nostalgia): In the final couplet, Nasir Kazmi has used a very beautiful and sorrowful metaphor: In the fireplace of thoughts, Nasir, lies a heap of extinguished days Meaning, in the fireplace of his mind and thoughts, there is no longer any fire or warmth, but rather a heap of ashes from good days gone by (extinguished days). Now, only memories of the past remain, bringing sadness.