Hyderabad, mere pyare sahar hai
yahan main phir hain
I came to you broken, and here I am, still broken
Perhaps its the balm of time, or the trials of life
I wear my brokenness like laurels on my crown
Not as glory, neither pride,
but as a testament to an acceptance
Of my position in the universe
as subordinate to God
My sins, my temptations
Came and dwelt within me
The thoughts passed in my head,
my body compelled to act
but my soul restrained itself
my rational thoughts admonished me
I sat there, wondering what I have become.
I always thought of obliterating my life
But now, I'm beginning to embrace it
Embrace the ugliness, embrace the weak
Embrace all that is undesirable
Because I'm beginning to appreciate
What it feels like to feel
The movement of bodies
The cacaphony of lives, messy yet synchronized
I'm a sinful mess, but perhaps also a precious mess
In God's eyes
Always work in progress,
Never resting on my laurels
however beautiful they may appear to be
yahan main phir hain
I came to you broken, and here I am, still broken
Perhaps its the balm of time, or the trials of life
I wear my brokenness like laurels on my crown
Not as glory, neither pride,
but as a testament to an acceptance
Of my position in the universe
as subordinate to God
My sins, my temptations
Came and dwelt within me
The thoughts passed in my head,
my body compelled to act
but my soul restrained itself
my rational thoughts admonished me
I sat there, wondering what I have become.
I always thought of obliterating my life
But now, I'm beginning to embrace it
Embrace the ugliness, embrace the weak
Embrace all that is undesirable
Because I'm beginning to appreciate
What it feels like to feel
The movement of bodies
The cacaphony of lives, messy yet synchronized
I'm a sinful mess, but perhaps also a precious mess
In God's eyes
Always work in progress,
Never resting on my laurels
however beautiful they may appear to be
