kuch yaad hai kuch bhul raha hu
kuch baate purani soch raha hu
kuch yaad hai kuch bhul raha hu
kuch baate purani soch raha hu
wo pal wo mausam wo din wo raate
wo pal wo mausam wo din wo raate
khawabo me aaj khyaalo me aaj
dhund raha hu

kuchh yaad hai kuchh yaad hai
kuch bhul raha hu kuch baate
purani soch raha hu pehli najar mein
anjane shehar mein hum dil de baithe
the kisi ko pehali najar mein
anjaane shehar mein hum dil de
baithe the kisiko

wo yaad hai kuch yaad hai
kuch bhul raha hu kuch baate
purani soch raha hu
wo parda nashi thi
par kitani hansin thi
hum chahne lage the usiko
wo parda nashi thi
par kitani hansin thi
hum chahne lage the usiko
sab yaad hai kuch yaad hai
kuch bhul raha hu kuch baate
purani soch raha hu kuchh yaad hai
kuch bhul raha hu kuch baat

A ghost of memory, I clutch and lose,
Old whispers echo, a familiar muse.
A ghost of memory, a fading trace,
Old stories linger, in this lonely space.

Those moments, seasons, days, and nights long past,
Those moments, seasons, fading far too fast,
In dreams I wander, in thought's embrace,
Seeking still, within this lonely place.

A memory surfaces, a fragment bright,
A forgetting settles, dimming the light,
Old tales I ponder, where shadows play,
First glance, a city, unknown, astray,
We gave our hearts, without a word to say,
First glance, a city, where we lost our way,
We gave our hearts, in that electric sway.

She, veiled and hidden, yet beauty's art,
A memory surfaces, a fragment bright,
A forgetting settles, dimming the light,
Old tales I ponder, where shadows play,
We yearned for her, with a yearning heart,
She, veiled and hidden, a work of art,
We yearned for her, right from the start.
All is remembered, a touch, a gleam,
A forgetting settles, like a fading dream,
Old tales I ponder, a winding stream.
A memory surfaces, a fragment bright,
A forgetting settles, dimming the light.