Darr lagta hai, ki Kahi Tumhe kho na de hum,
Shabdo Mein byaan Nahi kara ja sakta Yeh pyaar,
Aasuyo Mein behaya hua dukh,
Hasi Mein chupaya hua dard,
Zubaan par aane se darta hai, ki kahi tumhe kho na de hum.

Anjaani raaton mein jab mile tum, Toh Aisa laga,
Sansaar mil gaya, par yeh dil hai ki maanta Nahi,
Nikamma banakar dukh deta raha,
Kyunki darr hai tumhe kho na de hum.

Iss aakaash ke soonepan se tanha hai Yeh Dil,
Ki kabhi tumse duuriya na badh jaaye,
Jag ne cheena mujhse, Mujhe ** bhi laga pyaara,
Hoontho se chuloo tum, Mera geet Amar kar lo.

Na ruthne ka dava kiya tha, par wafa Toh Hona hi tha,
Kya hua tera vaada, voh Kasam, voh irada,
Voh kehne vaale, Mujhe 'fareebi' , Kon farebi hai Yeh bata,
Voh jisme gam liya pyaar ke khatir, Ya jisne pyaar ko bech diya?

Shama chahte hai, kyunki darr se darr te hai.

Voh tanha raatein hai,
Jab tum saath na hoti **,
Jab khamoshiyaan satati hai,
Jab pyaar Mein dhoka hua hai,
Jab raat ka ujala naa **,
Jab ansuni baatein suni **,
Ki karra, aai rabba, Yeh tanha raatein.

Broken for some time now,
As the abhor is no good to me,
Proved me a counterfeit personality how?
Feeling bilked, she said to me.

I wanted to regret to her,
But she won the argument with the same technique,
Asking questions, made me felt reprehensible,
But her expressions were so unique.

She left me in the dark holes of the universe,
When I needed her the most,
Kept waiting for her to absolute me,
But the time had already gone.

Took time to plaudit myself,
But ended up making things knotty,
She was my lovely talisman,
Who made me realise how hypocrite I'm.

I wished, I tried, I cried,
But lied,
That's the reason why I virtually died,
She left me cold, when I needed her the most,
But to let her go was the only decision I could undergo.

She respected, she understood, she misunderstood, she laughed,
Leaving me behind all the friend roles,
I loved, I love, and will love her to the core,
But to let her go was the only decision I could undergo.

As I sat, in the dark night of sadness,
Lamenting about the past,
And I was oblivious about her haughtiness,
Made me think, will I be able to get her back?

Missing that illuminating smile on her face,
Old happy conversations with her,
To the most blighted connection between us now,
Made me think, will I be able to get her back?

As I dream about her,
I experience joy, sadness, energy,
And much more which is non descript,
Not adequate, maybe because she's so beatiful.

The dreams, of laughing, sharing, caring, crying with her,
Were and are dreams still,
Because the mornings are kind,
But the nights are bad, drunk.