Ek painter ne kha
Ki tum khud se pyar karte ho
Mene hans kar kha .
Agar me khud se pyar karta to aapko photo kisi or ka kyu deta
Ek painter ne kha
Ki tum khud se pyar karte ho
Mene hans kar kha .
Agar me khud se pyar karta to aapko photo kisi or ka kyu deta
Joh Mera Hissa Woh Apne Saath Liye Phirte Hain,
Ussey Woh Apna Mukammal Jahan Karte Hain,
Yuh Toh Mujhse Mujhiko Churake Mujhe Tanha Kar Jaate Hain…
Khushnaseeb Hain Woh Jinse Woh Mera Hissa Baata Karte Hain,
Yuh Toh Phir Mukammal Apna Jahan Karte Hain,
Ki Mujhse Mujhiko Chukrake Mujhe Tanha Kar Jaate Hain…
Tanhai Ke Iss Daur Mein Kaun Kiska Hissa Sahi ?
Mohabbat Ki Justaju Mein, Kabhi Raanjha Roya Kabhi Heer Kahi,
Dard-E-Ashique Ka Ghut Pi, Dobara Mohabbat Karne Chale,
Dobara Iss Raah Mein Khudko Barbaad Karne Chale…
Waffa de badle waffa mile a jroori taan nai,
Har tutteya dil khaffa mile a jroori taan nai,
Dil di saudebaaziyon ch nuksaan v aksar hunda hai,
Har soude ch naffa mile a jroori taan nai…
Preet’