Maa ke hath se bane hue tiffin ko hum ab bhi nahin bhul paate hain
“Maa teri har ek fikra, tera zikra khud kohar pal karate hain.”
Le chalo koi mujhe us dagar, jahan ham wapis bacche ban jate hain
Kyo ham bade hokar apne hi bado par chillane lag jate hain
When I am hurt
And broken apart,
When I have no purpose in life,
You tell
Jalte bhi gaye, kehte bhi gaye
Aazadi ke parwaane
Jeena to usi ka jeena hai
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
When first we touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a cloudless
Dil mein dard hotho pe muskurahat ho
Aisa lage zindagi se koi shikayat na ho
Phir
हे तीन रंग का तेरा परिधान हम हैं तेरे
I don't want to keep feeling this way,
Because each time I come closer, you move away.
मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते है
We are always by each other, never leaving.
We are best friends, never dece
कभी कलम के फूल, बन अंगार ढह जाते हैं, ल
