abhi abhi maine ek khat likha hai
kaise mai batau kiske naam likha hai
abhi abhi maine ek khat likha hai
kaise mai batau kiske naam likha hai
shayari likhi hai ya kalam likha hai
yaad itna hai ke salam likha hai
abhi abhi maine ek khat likha hai
kaise mai batau kiske naam likha hai

tukda ho tukda ho tum chand ka
ya shehar ki ho kiran
jo bhi kuch ho le gaye ho dil hamara janeman
jo bhi kuch ho le gaye ho dil hamara janeman
aankho ko tumhari maine zam likha hai
tere husn shabab ka gulam likha hai
shayari likhi hai ya kalam likha hai
yaad itna hai ke salam likha hai
abhi abhi maine ek khat likha hai
kaise mai batau kiske naam likha hai

kagaj hai kagaj hai ye prem ka bol bhi hai pyar ke
shayad isme raaj hai mere pyar bhare ikrar ke
shayad isme raaj hai mere pyar bhare ikrar ke
lagta hai maine ye paiyam likha hai
milne ko aao subha sham likha hai
shayari likhi hai ya kalam likha hai
yaad itna hai ke salam likha hai
abhi abhi maine ek khat likha hai
kaise mai batau kiske naam likha hai

jis din se haye jis din se dekha tumhe
tum hi tum bas yaad ho
karta hu mai ye dua khush raho aabad ho
karta hu mai ye dua khush raho aabad ho
dil ka to hal ye tamam likha hai
huyi meri nind ye haram likha hai
shayari likhi hai ya kalam likha hai
yaad itna hai ke salam likha hai
abhi abhi maine ek khat likha hai
kaise mai batau kiske naam likha hai
shayari likhi hai ya kalam likha hai
yaad itna hai ke salam likha hai
abhi abhi maine ek khat likha hai
kaise mai batau kiske naam likha hai

A letter I've just penned,
How can I speak whose name it's lent?
A letter I've just penned,
How can I speak whose name it's lent?
Is it verse I've spun, or words I've spent?
I only know a greeting sent.
A letter I've just penned,
How can I speak whose name it's lent?

A fragment, you, of the moon's soft gleam,
A dawn's first ray, a waking dream.
Whatever you are, my heart you've seized, my dear,
Whatever you are, my heart you've seized, my dear.
Your eyes, I've called them a brimming glass,
Your youthful grace, my soul's compass.
Is it verse I've spun, or words I've spent?
I only know a greeting sent.
A letter I've just penned,
How can I speak whose name it's lent?

Paper it is, a love's soft plea,
Whispers of love, for you and me.
Perhaps within, my secrets reside,
Of tender vows, deep inside.
Perhaps within, my secrets reside,
I think, a message I've defined.
Come, meet me morning, meet me even,
Is it verse I've spun, or words I've spent?
I only know a greeting sent.
A letter I've just penned,
How can I speak whose name it's lent?

Since that day, alas, since first I saw your face,
Only you, you remain, in time and space.
I make this prayer, that joy be yours to claim,
May you flourish, and know lasting fame.
I make this prayer, that joy be yours to claim,
My heart's complete, I've written the same.
My sleep is lost, this truth I claim,
Is it verse I've spun, or words I've spent?
I only know a greeting sent.
A letter I've just penned,
How can I speak whose name it's lent?
Is it verse I've spun, or words I've spent?
I only know a greeting sent.
A letter I've just penned,
How can I speak whose name it's lent?