khushbu gunche talash karti hai
khushbu gunche talash karti hai
bite rishte talash karti hai
khushbu gunche talash karti hai

jab gujarti hai us gali se saba
jab gujarti hai us gali se saba
jab gujarti hai us gali se saba
khat ke purze talash karti hai
khat ke purze talash karti hai
bite rishte talash karti hai
khushbu gunche talash karti hai

apne maazi ki justju me bahar
apne maazi ki justju me bahar
apne maazi ki justju me bahar
pile patte talash karti hai
pile patte talash karti hai
bite rishte talash karti hai
khushbu gunche talash karti hai

ek ummed baar baar aa kar
ek ummed baar baar aa kar
ek ummed baar baar aa kar
apne tukde talash karti hai
apne tukde talash karti hai
bite rishte talash karti hai
khushbu gunche talash karti hai

The fragrance seeks the unopened bud,
The fragrance seeks, yearns with a flood,
For echoes of connections, felt and understood,
The fragrance seeks the unopened bud.

When the morning breeze walks down that street,
When the morning breeze, oh so sweet,
When the morning breeze, with silent feet,
Scraps of a letter it seeks to meet,
Scraps of a letter, bittersweet,
For echoes of connections, incomplete,
The fragrance seeks the unopened bud.

In search of a past, the spring's embrace,
In search of a past, in time and space,
In search of a past, its faded trace,
Yellow leaves find their resting place,
Yellow leaves, a lingering grace,
For echoes of connections, time cannot erase,
The fragrance seeks the unopened bud.

A hope returns, again and again,
A hope returns, to ease the pain,
A hope returns, through sun and rain,
Its scattered pieces it seeks to regain,
Its scattered pieces, through joy and pain,
For echoes of connections, in sun and rain,
The fragrance seeks the unopened bud.