na de kasam mujhe ki tujhko bhul jau
ye wada kaise kar lu, jo nibha na pau

pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi
pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi
pyar to pyar hai, pyar ho jaye to
pyar ko dil se kaise bhula de koi
pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi

bhul jao mujhe kah diya is tarah
bhul jana khel ho jis tarah
yaad karna tumhe hai meri zindagi
zindagi ko bhula de koi kis tarah
muskurate labo se hansi chhin kar
kyu hansaate hansaate rula de koi
pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi

maut aaye kisi din to mar jaye hum
ye ummide ye sapne to marte nahi
waqt har jakham bhar de kisi din magar
is mohabbat ke to jakham bharte nahi
ye deeya jo dilo ke lahu se jale
ye deeya aise kasie bujha de koi
pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi
pyar to pyar hai, pyar ho jaye to
pyar ko dil se kaise bhula de koi
pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi

Do not ask me to swear I'll forget you,
How can I promise what I cannot do?

Love is not a story penned on paper,
That one can write and then erase.
Love is not a story penned on paper,
That one can write and then erase.
Love is love, and when love takes hold,
How does one then erase it from the soul?
Love is not a story penned on paper,
That one can write and then erase.

Forget me, you said, in such a way,
As if forgetting were a simple game.
Remembering you is my very life,
How can one erase life's flame?
From smiling lips, to steal away the laughter,
Why with laughter, bring such pain?
Love is not a story penned on paper,
That one can write and then erase.

If death should come one day, then let me die,
But these hopes and dreams, they do not die.
Time may heal each wound, some passing day,
But wounds of love, they never truly dry.
This lamp that burns, fueled by hearts' own blood,
How could one then extinguish it's light?
Love is not a story penned on paper,
That one can write and then erase.
Love is love, and when love takes hold,
How does one then erase it from the soul?
Love is not a story penned on paper,
That one can write and then erase.