Sochta hun, wo din,
Jab khilone Paise se jyada pyaare lagte the,
Tab mann saaf tha,
Tab maasumiyat thi.
Sochta hun, wo din,
lagte dardnaak the,
Par bilkul naayaab the,
Mann se kabhi chinta ke baadal nahi gaye,
Phir bhi ek naya zauq de gaye,
Par aaj unki qeemat ka ehsaas hua hai,
Aaj unki phir se chaahat hui hai.
Sochta hun, ye din,
Khushi bhautikvaadi mein nahi,
Shaanti manzil mein nahi,
Nishith mein chinta se jaag jaata hun,
Itna sab hokar bhi kuch aur chahta hun,
Ye mann mein chal kapat hai,
Iski shaitaaniyat se darr hai,
Nazraana hai jo ek palaash ka,
Wahi qaabil-e-qadar maqsad hai iss talaash ka,
Jo wo cheez mil jaayegi,
Meri zindagi ki wajah samajh aayegi...
Jab khilone Paise se jyada pyaare lagte the,
Tab mann saaf tha,
Tab maasumiyat thi.
Sochta hun, wo din,
lagte dardnaak the,
Par bilkul naayaab the,
Mann se kabhi chinta ke baadal nahi gaye,
Phir bhi ek naya zauq de gaye,
Par aaj unki qeemat ka ehsaas hua hai,
Aaj unki phir se chaahat hui hai.
Sochta hun, ye din,
Khushi bhautikvaadi mein nahi,
Shaanti manzil mein nahi,
Nishith mein chinta se jaag jaata hun,
Itna sab hokar bhi kuch aur chahta hun,
Ye mann mein chal kapat hai,
Iski shaitaaniyat se darr hai,
Nazraana hai jo ek palaash ka,
Wahi qaabil-e-qadar maqsad hai iss talaash ka,
Jo wo cheez mil jaayegi,
Meri zindagi ki wajah samajh aayegi...
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