Pyar ko chod kar tum koi aur baatkaro
Ab mujhe pyar ki har baat se dar lagta hai
Meri khatir na woh badnam kahin ho jaye
Esliye unki har mulaqat se dar lagta hai
Chal aisy dais main chalty hain Jhan chand aur sooraj milty hon Jhan rang titley phelati hon Jhan khoshe kay jharnay behty hon Jhan baton say khoshbo ati ho Jhan piyar ki basti basti ho
Teri baaten hi sunane aaye
Dost bhi dil hi dukhane aaye
Phool khilte hai to hum sochte hai
Tere aane ke zamane aaye
Ab to rone se bhi dil dukhta hai
Shayad ab hosh thikane aaye
nafratain lak mili koi muhabbat na mili
zindagi beet gai par rahat na mili
teri mehfil may har shaks ko hansta deka
ik may tha jisay hansnay ki ijazat na mili
A Man''s Love!
Men love because they are afraid of themselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in them, and need someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky.
