ghar mein bajati dhun ko sunkar
chham se kudi baarish aayi
aur hai kohare ki wo chaadar
khidakiyon pe khadi muskaayi
ghar mein bajati dhun ko sunkar
chham se kudi baarish aayi
hai hawa ke sang udti
kuchh phuhaare titaliyon si
aake baithi mere dar pe
jaise wo kuchh kehne aayi
ghar mein bajati dhun ko sunkar
chham se kudi baarish aayi
aur hai kohare ki wo chaadar
khidakiyon pe khadi muskaayi

sard raaton mein thithak kar baithe baahar raaston par
sard raaton mein thithak kar baithe baahar raaston par
puchhti hai aate jaate logo se ye kuchh ghabraaye
baadlo mein kho chuki kuchh gaal par rakh kar hatheli
apni hi bundon ki ladiyon mein khadi hai wo akeli
bheega tan hai, nam hai aankhein
phir bhi hasati khilkhilaa ke
mere ghar mein haste gaate jaise hai wo rehane aaya
hai hawa ke sang udti
kuchh phuhaare titaliyon si
aake baithi mere dar pe
jaise wo kuchh kehne aayi
ghar mein bajati dhun ko sunkar
chham se kudi baarish aayi

yaadon ki lekar khajaane, aayi sabko ye manane
pochti hai gile haatho se meri bhigi si saani
yaadon ki lekar khajaane, aayi sabko ye manane
pochti hai gile haatho se meri bhigi si saani
sabko bhulaake na jaane ye jaaye kahaan
khojti hai sabki aankhein, kaun aaya tha yahaan pe
sabka man wo bharne aayi
aur hai kohare ki wo chaadar
khidakiyon pe khadi muskaayi
aake baithi mere dar pe
jaise wo kuchh kehne aayi

The music within, a calling chime,
Rain leaps forth, a joyful climb.
A shawl of mist, a whispered plea,
Smiles upon the window's eye, for me.
The music within, a calling chime,
Rain leaps forth, a joyful climb.
On windswept wings, a gentle spray,
Like butterflies, they find their way.
They alight upon my humble door,
As if to whisper, evermore.
The music within, a calling chime,
Rain leaps forth, a joyful climb.
A shawl of mist, a whispered plea,
Smiles upon the window's eye, for me.

In frozen nights, on roads they stay,
Shivering, watching, come what may.
Asking the passers-by, eyes of fright,
Lost within clouds, embracing night.
Upon her cheek, a hand's soft press,
A single tear, a gentle caress.
In strings of drops, she stands alone,
Yet laughs and smiles, though rain has flown.
Within my home, a joyful tune,
As if to dwell, beneath the moon.
On windswept wings, a gentle spray,
Like butterflies, they find their way.
They alight upon my humble door,
As if to whisper, evermore.
The music within, a calling chime,
Rain leaps forth, a joyful climb.

Memories borne, a treasure trove,
To soothe all hearts, and gently move.
With tear-wet hands, she wipes away,
My moistened face, to greet the day.
Memories borne, a treasure trove,
To soothe all hearts, and gently move.
Where does she go, when all is done?
Seeking eyes, for who has come.
To fill all hearts, and ease the pain.
A shawl of mist, a whispered plea,
Smiles upon the window's eye, for me.
They alight upon my humble door,
As if to whisper, evermore.