akele me woh ghabrate toh honge
mitake mujhko pachhtate toh honge
akele me woh ghabrate toh honge
mitake mujhko pachhtate toh honge
hamari yad aa jati toh hogi achanak woh tadap jate toh honge
hay woh din hay woh din hay woh din hay woh din
woh din unako bhi yad aate toh
honge mitake mujhko pachhtate toh honge
akele me woh ghabrate toh honge
mitake mujhko pachhtate toh honge

gujare the jo lamhe sath milkar
unhe yad ayenge woh jindgi bhar
gujare the jo lamhe sath milkar
unhe yad ayenge woh jindgi bhar
jo apne khun se likhe the hamne
woh khat nafrat ke sholo me bhi jalkar
hamari yad dilwate toh honge
mitake mujhko pachhtate toh honge
akele me woh ghabrate toh honge
mitake mujhko pachhtate toh honge

woh gharwalo se karke sau bahane saheli sath aati thi milane
woh gharwalo se karke sau bahane saheli sath aati thi milane
mehkati raten aur woh din suhane hamare pyar ke gujre jamane
khayalo me toh honge mitake mujhko pachhtate toh honge
akele me woh ghabrate toh honge
mitake mujhko pachhtate toh honge
hamari yad aa jati toh hogi achanak woh tadap jate toh honge
hayi woh din hay woh din hay woh din hay woh din
woh din unko bhi yad aate toh honge
mitake mujhko pachhtate toh honge

In solitude, does fear now grip their heart?
Erased my presence, do they now feel the dart?
In solitude, does fear now grip their heart?
Erased my presence, do they now feel the dart?
My memory, a sudden, piercing sting,
Does longing seize them, making their spirit swing?
Oh, those days, oh, those days, a faded gleam,
Those days, do they recall them in a dream?
Erased my presence, do they now feel the dart?
In solitude, does fear now grip their heart?
Erased my presence, do they now feel the dart?

Moments shared, our intertwined embrace,
Will they remember, etched upon time's face?
Moments shared, our intertwined embrace,
Will they remember, etched upon time's face?
Letters penned in blood, a fiery art,
Burning in hate, yet playing their part,
Do they still whisper, my name to impart?
Erased my presence, do they now feel the dart?
In solitude, does fear now grip their heart?
Erased my presence, do they now feel the dart?

They'd weave a web, a hundred alibis,
A friend beside, beneath the moonlit skies.
They'd weave a web, a hundred alibis,
A friend beside, beneath the moonlit skies.
Fragrant nights and days of sweet delight,
Our love's bright dawn, now lost to the night.
Do they still visit, in their mind's own sight?
Erased my presence, do they now feel the dart?
In solitude, does fear now grip their heart?
Erased my presence, do they now feel the dart?
My memory, a sudden, piercing sting,
Does longing seize them, making their spirit swing?
Oh, those days, oh, those days, a faded gleam,
Those days, do they recall them in a dream?
Erased my presence, do they now feel the dart?