milne ko aate ho
milne ko aate ho fir bhi
fir bhi mulakat nahi karte ho
baate to karte hain lekin wo wo wo
wo baat nahi karte ho
milne ko aate ho fir bhi
fir bhi mulakat nahi karte ho
baate to karte hain lekin wo wo wo
wo baat nahi karte ho
milne ko aate ho
milne ko aate ho fir bhi

aate ho chale jate ho tum
kuchh sunte ho na kahte ho
aate ho chale jate ho tum
kuchh sunte ho na kahte ho
na jane kin khayalo me
uljhe uljhe se rahte ho
uljhe uljhe se rahte ho
gussa karte ho wo pyar ke
saath nai karte
milne ko aate ho
milne ko aate ho fir bhi

ye suna hain pyar ki baat chale
to pahro chalti rahti hain
ye suna hain pyar ki baat chale
to pahro chalti rahti hain
din bhar hi chahe karte raho
wo baat khatam nahi hoti
aur tum ho aise kisi
baat ki shuruvaat nahi karte
milne ko aate ho
milne ko aate ho fir bhi

kitane armaan hamare hain
kitane armaan hamare hain
kabhi samjha hain socha hain
kya kya is dil pe gujregi hain
ek baar bhi aake puchh hain
ek baar bhi aake puchh hain
aakhir tum mujhse kyun aake aise
savalat nahi karte
milne ko aate ho
milne ko aate ho fir bhi
fir bhi mulakat nahi karte ho
baate to karte hain lekin wo wo wo
wo baat nahi karte ho
milne ko aate ho fir bhi
fir bhi mulakat nahi karte ho
baate to karte hain lekin wo wo wo
wo baat nahi karte ho
milne ko aate ho
milne ko aate ho fir bhi

You come to meet,
Yet meeting never truly blooms.
Words are spoken,
But the heart's true language, it avoids.
You come to meet,
Yet meeting never truly blooms.
Words are spoken,
But the heart's true language, it avoids.
You come to meet,
You come to meet, yet still...

You come, you go, a fleeting trace,
No listening, no words you choose to share.
You come, you go, a fleeting trace,
Lost in a world, a tangled snare.
Lost in thoughts, a weary maze.
Anger flares, yet love's embrace,
Is a dance you won't complete.
You come to meet,
You come to meet, yet still...

They say of love, when words ignite,
They burn for hours, through the endless night.
They say of love, when words ignite,
The day may pass, but still they’re bright.
But you, you stand, a silent art,
Never the start, never the start.
You come to meet,
You come to meet, yet still...

So many dreams within me sleep,
So many dreams, so very deep.
Have you pondered, understood,
The wounds this heart has held for good?
Have you ever asked, with gentle grace,
The questions that I long to trace?
Why is it so, with you,
That questions never bloom?
You come to meet,
You come to meet, yet still...
Meeting's bloom, is it doomed to be untrue?
Words spoken, yet the heart's song, unheard by you.
You come to meet,
Meeting's bloom, is it doomed to be untrue?
Words spoken, yet the heart's song, unheard by you.
You come to meet,
You come to meet, yet still...