Guncha wo mogre ka

Guncha wo mogre ka maheek udata he
Ek dali me bandha lipta tere kesuo me
Guncha wo mogre ka maheek udata he

Wo surma teri ankho pe chad kar
Apne rang ka khubsurat ban jata he
Bindya tere mathe par
Tera chehra chand sa jhalak ata he

Hawaye teri bali ko chukar chali jati he
Kisko pata wo tere chere ko deewani ho, ati he
Tere hoto pe hasi ko bs dekha he
Nazro ko roka na jata he

Kab teri baato ka deewana bhi hoga me
Abhi to dhur bhethe nazro me duba rhta hu
Tu ek sapna he
Tujhse milne se phle nind tut jati he

From those pages in the night I write

I owe some broken words
I owe some lines
I owe the place inside me, where all the unspoken I hide.
But most importantly, I owe to myself the choice I tried.
I picked them up and showed them my insight.
I need to burn the pages that I willing write,
From those pages in the night I write.