purani jeans aur guitar mohalle ki wo chhat aur mere yaar
wo raato ko jaagna subha ghar jaana kood ke deewar
wo cigarette pina gali me jaake
wo karna daanto ko ghadi ghadi saaf
pahunchna college hamesha late
wo kahna sir ka getout from the class
wo bahar jaake hamesha kahna
yaha ka system hi hai kharaab
wo jaake canteen me table bajake
wo gaane gaana yaaro ke sath
bas yaade yaade yaade rah jaati hain
kuch chhoti chhoti baatein rah jaati hain
bas yaade yaade yaade rah jaati hain
kuch chhoti chhoti baatein rah jaati hain bas yaade

wo papa ka daantna wo kahna mummy ka chhodo ji aap
tumhe to bas nazar aata hai
jahan me beta mera hi kharaab
wo dil me sochna kar ke kuch dikha de
wo karna planning roz nayi yaar
ladkpan ka wo pahla pyar
wo likhna haatho me a + r
wo khidki se jhankna
wo likhna letter unhe baar baar
wo dena tohfe me sone ki baaliya
wo lena dosto se paise udhaar
bas yaade yaade yaade rah jaati hain
kuch chhoti chhoti baatein rah jaati hain
bas yaade yaade yaade rah jaati hain
kuch chhoti chhoti baatein rah jaati hain bas yaaden

aisa yaado ka mousam chala bhulta hi nahi dil mera
purani jeans aur guitar mohalle ki wo chhat aur mere yaar
wo raato ko jaagna subha ghar jaana kood ke deewar
purani jeans

Old jeans and a guitar, the neighborhood's roof, and my friends,
Those nights awake, morning home, scaling the walls unseen.
Cigarettes smoked in the alley's hush,
Scrubbing teeth, a nervous, hurried rush.
Always late for college's call,
The teacher's words: "Get out from the hall!"
Outside, a chorus of complaints,
"This whole system is stained with wants."
In the canteen, slamming tables loud,
Singing songs with the boisterous crowd.
Only memories, memories remain,
Small, whispered secrets in the rain.
Only memories, memories remain,
Small, whispered secrets, a soft refrain.
Memories linger, a haunting strain.

Father's scolding, a mother's plea,
"Leave him be, my son, you see?
In all the world, my boy is true."
A hidden fire, a dream to pursue.
Planning new adventures every day,
Childhood's first love, come what may.
Writing initials on a trembling hand,
Peeking through the window, across the land.
Letters penned, with secrets deep,
Gifting golden earrings, promises to keep.
Borrowing from friends, a youthful plight,
Only memories, taking flight.
Only memories, memories remain,
Small, whispered secrets in the rain.
Only memories, memories remain,
Small, whispered secrets, a soft refrain.
Memories linger, a haunting strain.

Such a season of memories, refuses to depart,
Old jeans and a guitar, etched upon my heart.
The neighborhood's roof, and my friends, so dear,
Those nights awake, no longer near.
Morning home, scaling walls, unseen,
Old jeans…