meri laundry ka ek bill, ik aadhi padhi novel
ek ladki ka phone number, mere kaam ka ek paper
mere taash se heart ka king, mera ik chaandi ka ring
pichhale saat dinon mein maine khoya
kabhi khud pe hansa main, aur kabhi khud pe roya

present mili ek ghadi, pyaari thi mujhe badi
meri jeb ka ek packet, meri denim ki jacket
do one day match ke passes
mere naye naye sunglasses
pichhale saat dinon mein maine khoya
kabhi khud pe hansa main, aur kabhi khud pe roya

kaise bhulu saatva jo din aaya
kisi ne tumse ik party mein milvaaya
kaisa pal tha, jis pal maine tumko pehali baar dekha tha
hum jo mile pehli baar, maine jaana kya hai pyar
maine hosh bhi khoya, dil bhi khoya
kabhi khud pe hansa main, aur kabhi khud pe roya
maine pichhale saat dino mein, ye sab hai khoya

A laundry slip, a novel's whispered end,
A girl's phone number, a paper I must mend.
My king of hearts, from cards I used to keep,
A silver ring, secrets in slumber deep.
In seven days, a fading, weary trace,
I laughed at self, then wept in shadowed space.

A watch I loved, a gift so bright and bold,
A pocket's space, a denim jacket's hold.
Two passes held, for matches yet to play,
My brand new shades, to chase the light away.
In seven days, a vanishing array,
I laughed at self, then wept in disarray.

How could I forget, the seventh day's embrace?
Someone introduced, to your enchanting face.
That moment's fire, when first our eyes did meet,
And love's true meaning, bloomed beneath my feet.
My senses drowned, my heart began to roam,
I laughed at self, and wept to find a home.
In seven days, all these I let them go.