Kaun Zinda Kaun Dead

Chorus

Love is a lie, kaun zinda, kaun dead?

Walking dead sheher mein, sabke sir pe mask, sab fake

Red-dead alive, aankhon mein neend kam, dimaag overfed

Sach bolna chaaha tha, par har baar chup reh ke reh gaya breath

Verse

I’m a walking corpse, haan, zinda laash hoon

Bahar iron man, andar se kaanch hoon

Built so hard, par soul pe scratch marks

Sach chura liya tune, chhod gaya sirf dark parts

Verse

Dil mein bhot kuch hai par nikal nahi paa rahi hai,

Kehna bhot kuch hai par zubaan par nahi aa rahi hai,

Chehre pe smile, par andar kami aa rahi hai,

Sab poochte “kya scene hai?” — par himmat hi nahi aa rahi hai

Verse

Khud se roz ladta hoon, khud se hi haar jaata hoon,

Sheeshe ke saamne khada ho ke khud ko ghoor jaata hoon,

Jo banna tha, jo chaaha tha, woh yaadein sataati hain,

Par log kya kahenge — ye soch meri aawaaz dabaati hai

Bridge

Logon ke dil ka bojh mere sar pe aa raha hai,

Dusron ko jeet’ta dekh khud pe sharam aa raha hai,

Maa-baap ke sapne, woh pressure nahi—zimmedari hai,

Par career ki tension har raat meri neend kha rahi hai

Verse

But still life jee jaa raha hoon, yeah, surviving the fight,

Seene ka dard jalta jaise wildfire at night,

Raat ko aankhen band, future phir khol deta hai file,

Sawaal itne bhaari ke sapne bhi bol dete hain “trial”

Verse

They say “time aayega, bas ruk jaa”, par ghadi bole tick-tick

Har second ek reminder—bro tu safe zone mein nahi fit

Social media pe sab king, sab legend, sab lit

Par unke 2am ke aansu koi post nahi karta, legit

Verse

Compare karke khud ko roz thoda mar jaata hoon,

Par agle din uth ke phir se mic pe war jaata hoon

Haar maanna option tha, maine padha par choose nahi kiya

Maa ke sapne, baap ki mehnat—yeh syllabus skip nahi kiya

Outro

Raste blur hain, future thoda unclear

Par andar ki awaaz bole “bhai tu weak nahi, tu sheer”

Gir ke uthna seekha, rona bhi zaroori tha

Dard hi proof okke haan—tu zinda tha, mandatory tha

Aaj slow hoon, par rukne wala nahi hoon

Jo likha hai naseeb mein, usse kam lene wala nahi hoon

Kal jo hansenge naam pe, wahi bole “bro, respect”

Aaj silent grind, kal noise—yeh mera prospect

Main toota hoon, par khatam nahi,

Thakka hoon, par ruka nahi,

Aaj chup hoon shayad, kyunki game samajh raha hoon

Kal meri awaaz bolegi—aur poora scene sunega, wahi

Love is a lie, kaun zinda, kaun dead?

Still breathing, still bleeding, par spine straight

Walking dead, skin ke neeche red rage

One day I’ll rise—tab bolega time, “checkmate.”