phir wahi tamasha

Think & act, people say

Build a list & make it stay

Don't trust his words right away

Look through facts

& check it twice,

Act coy & sugar-nice

Hold your heart

until you're sure

You have everything you want?

then ask for more.

I tried playing by the rules

& did all of this,

Used my brain

& gave my heart a miss

You see, I'd gone with my heart before

there was a time when I was very sure,

but that didn't take me very far

Aur phir wahi tamasha beech bazaar

So I didn't trust my gut

That said when I first saw you,

'Here's the one

The one you should pursue'.

I ignored that voice

& brought my mind in,

To overrule the magic

& enslave the djinn.

Lo & behold

That didn't last very long

& here we are writing our own song.

* phir wahi tamasha beech bazaar: borrowed from Tamasha by imtiaz ali

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