kagaz pe kalam tera
ruk ruk ke chala hoga
Jab pehale pahel tune
khat mujhko likha hoga

chand kisi din puchh na baithe
tumse dil ki baat
chand kisi din puchh na baithe
tumse dil ki baat
chhat par aakar khat likhati ho
chhat par aakar khat likhati ho
kisko saari raat
chand kisi din puchh na baithe
tumse dil ki baat

yaado ki shabanam se bhigi
lagati hai tanhaai
yaado ki shabanam se bhigi
lagati hai tanhaai
jab jab likha naam tumhara
kalam se khushbo aayi
kagaz par hoti ho jaise
kagaz par hoti ho jaise
phulo ki barsat
chand kisi din puchh na baithe
tumse dil ki baat

shamma bujha de dete the pehale
phir khat likhate the
shamma bujha de dete the pehale
phir khat likhate the
diwaro ke saaye se bhi
darte rehate the
jaane kya kya socha karte
jaane kya kya socha karte
dil par rakh kar haath
chand kisi din puchh na baithe
tumse dil ki baat

khidaki khole jhaank raha hai
baahar ka sannata
khidaki khole jhaank raha hai
baahar ka sannata
shaam isi me beet gayi hai
phir likha kaanta
raat isi me kat gayi saari
raat isi me kat gayi saari
reh gayi dil ki baat
chand kisi din puchh na baithe
tumse dil ki baat

chehra bhi ab yaad nahin hai
jaane kaisa thaa
chehra bhi ab yaad nahin hai
jaane kaisa thaa
humne jisko pyar kiya tha
shayar jaisa thaa
band lifafo me aati thi
band lifafo me aati thi
gazalo ki saugaat
chand kisi din puchh na baithe
tumse dil ki baat

chand kisi din puchh na baithe
tumse dil ki baat
chhat par aakar khat likhati ho
chhat par aakar khat likhati ho
kisko saari raat
chand kisi din puchh na baithe
tumse dil ki baat
tumse dil ki baat
tumse dil ki baat

Your pen on paper, a hesitant dance,
Pausing, starting, a hesitant chance.
When first you wrote, and the words took flight,
A letter to me, in the hush of night.

The moon one day, might softly inquire,
The secrets you hold, the heart's desire.
The moon one day, might softly inquire,
Why on the roof, beneath the night's fire,
You write and you write, bathed in the moon's ray.

Memories bloom, in a dew-kissed sigh,
Loneliness lingers, as moments drift by.
Whenever your name, the pen did embrace,
Fragrance of blossoms, time could not erase.
Like a rainfall of petals, a floral art.
The moon one day, might softly inquire,
The secrets you hold, the heart's desire.

The lamp we'd extinguish, before we would write,
The lamp we'd extinguish, before we would write,
Afraid of the shadows, the darkness, the night.
With hearts in our palms, we'd ponder and dream,
Whispering secrets, a hopeful gleam.
So many thoughts, we'd hold in our heart.
The moon one day, might softly inquire,
The secrets you hold, the heart's desire.

The silence outside, through the window did peep,
The evening had vanished, while secrets we keep.
The night had all passed, and the words were all done,
But the heart's hidden longing, had only begun.
All the night has passed, without the sun.
The moon one day, might softly inquire,
The secrets you hold, the heart's desire.

Your face, I forget, though I longed for its grace,
Your face, I forget, though I longed for its grace,
The one that I loved, with a poet's embrace.
The poems would come, in the envelope's fold,
A gift of sweet verses, a story to be told.
A gift of poems, in a love's embrace.
The moon one day, might softly inquire,
The secrets you hold, the heart's desire.

The moon one day, might softly inquire,
The secrets you hold, the heart's desire.
Why on the roof, beneath the night's fire,
Why on the roof, beneath the night's fire,
You write and you write, bathed in the moon's ray.
The moon one day, might softly inquire,
The secrets you hold, the heart's desire.