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You don’t understand me, and maybe you never tried to.” I’m not like everyone else. I laugh loud. I dream big. I want to feel free. I want to live without being judged—without being told what I can or cannot do just because I’m a girl. Sometimes I want to dance. Sometimes I want to drink. Sometimes I even want to smoke a little, not because I’m lost—but because I want to feel alive. And I don’t want to be looked at like I’m wrong for that. I want love. Real love. Not the kind that puts conditions on me. Not the kind that disappears the moment I start being myself. I want to be accepted—for all of me. But it hasn’t been easy. I didn’t grow up with warmth. My mom never really sat down to talk to me, never truly understood me. She was always against me, like I was a problem to be fixed. And my dad—he wasn’t around. I missed his presence more than I can say. I missed being someone’s little girl, missed being protected, spoiled, laughed with, and loved by a father. I don’t love money. I don’t chase it. But yes, I do spend it—on things that bring me tiny sparks of joy, because that’s how I survive. I never learned how to budget, how to be practical, how to be “smart” with it. I only learned how to keep going. I’ve given love more than once. And every time, I was left with less of myself. People took advantage of my kindness, my trust. And yes, I’ve made mistakes—many of them. But that’s because I’m still young. Still learning. Still figuring it all out. All I hope for is that one day, someone will see me—not the version society wants, not the one shaped by judgment—but the real me. And maybe they’ll stay. Maybe they’ll understand me. Or maybe they won’t try to change me. Just love me as I am. Because if you ever got to truly know me—the way I laugh, the way I care, the way I make home feel like something to come back to—you’d see I’m worth it. I can be annoying sometimes, I won’t lie. I don’t always think things through. I don’t always understand how the world works. But my heart? It’s real. I am a good human being. That should be enough. [please make the song in Punjabi language with the little bit of Urdu touch)
The image features a young woman with long, dark hair, standing in front of a gray background. She has a thoughtful expression on her face, possibly reflecting on her life or her aspirations. The woman appears to be the main focus of the image, with no other people or objects visible in the scene.
Title: Meri Zindagi, Meri Shanakht
Tags: Pop, Punjabi, Urdu, Contemporary
Verse 1: Meri zindagi ne sab kuch dikhaya hai, Agar samajh paaye toh sab kuch samjha hai. Meri muskaan se darna mat, Har raat meri, har din meri baat. Chahat meri hai, sapne mere, Dil se jo chahoon, uska hai pehchaan mere. Jab chaahun nachun, jab chaahun piun, Duniya ki is soch se toh bas mein hi thi. Chorus: Tum samajh nahi paaye ho, yeh jo mein hoon, Dil se jeeti hoon, apne rangon mein khoon. Jo tum ne jaana nahi, toh samjhna kaisa? Main sirf apne tareeqe se jeeti hoon. Verse 2: Agar koi chaand sa ho, toh kya yeh ghalat hai? Agar khud se khush hoon, toh kya yeh raah hai? Naye rangon mein rangna chahti hoon, Zindagi se pyaar karna chahti hoon. Par jab khushiyon ki baat aati hai, Rone ki ghamon ki shaam aati hai. Dil ke jazbaat kisne samjhe? Agar apna na tha toh kya samjha tha yeh? Chorus: Tum samajh nahi paaye ho, yeh jo mein hoon, Dil se jeeti hoon, apne rangon mein khoon. Jo tum ne jaana nahi, toh samjhna kaisa? Main sirf apne tareeqe se jeeti hoon. Bridge: Khushiyon ki chaahat, dard ka hai thaam, Na kabhi na rukna, apne sapnon ka hai shaam. Pyar ki baat hai, par koi mujhse na jaye, Mujhe apne rangon mein sajne do. Chorus: Tum samajh nahi paaye ho, yeh jo mein hoon, Dil se jeeti hoon, apne rangon mein khoon. Jo tum ne jaana nahi, toh samjhna kaisa? Main sirf apne tareeqe se jeeti hoon. Outro: Meri zindagi hai ek kahani, jo khud se chalti hoon, Main wahi hoon jo sabko samjhaye nahi, Agar sach mein samajh paaye toh mujhe dekhna hai. Meri zindagi, meri shanakht.