waqt ka kiya hai, guzarta hai, guzar jaye ga

Years don’t kill; they just wrestle you into eternal subdue. They take away your dignity, bit by bit, until you are totally reliable and dependant upon the mercy of time.

Years strip down young defiance, exposing the starkness of aged vulnerability, which you'd rahter have cloaked. Time can violate innocence and get away clean!

Time: This four letter word has me all wrapped up. Like a lonely mistress, I’m in wait of time to honor me with my turn. The wait of firaq is desperate enough to do the damage, yet I wait! I can’t help it. And if time is like god, elusive by nature; mine, yours and everyone's, then I have no reason to feel betrayed. And, when throes get unbearable, and they will, I will remind myself.

Ankhoon say door na ho
Dil say Utar Jaye ga
Waqt Ka Kiya Hai
Guzarta hai, guzar jaye ga