I am like an Open Book Except for the few pages of my past, My life is an empty book. It takes the shape of a mystery, To me it does at least. For I cannot tell what happens next, Too many cliffhangers and too much suspense. But its clues all lead eventually to the same place, Unfortunately it does not say where. It only says get the next book, For in this one you’ ve ran out of room.
Woh tera mujh ko salaam karna
Woh meri nazroo ke zaweyoo ko
Badal ke apna ghulam karna
Woh tera mujh per nigah karna
Woh lab gazeda si muskurahat se munh chupa kar nibah karna
Woh tera mujh se sawwal karna
Woh inbisaat-e-hayyat ban kar
Mere ghamoo ko nidhaal karna
Bhulaoon kaise... !
Woh mauj baad-e-saba ke shanoo pe raqs karti
Haseen zulfain
Woh surkh hontoo se shasta lafzoo ka jhilmilaana
Woh tera mehfil mein aanaa jaanaa bhulaoon kaise
Bhulaoon kaise, yehi tu jeene ka hai sahaara
Tumheein kahoo kuch, Tumheee bataaooo
Inhein mein kaise chupa sakonga
Inhein mein kaise bhula sakonga
Mere jaise ban jaoge jab ishq tumhein ho jaayega...!