beeta huwa pal kabhi gujarata nahi
wo sehma huwa sa baitha rehta hai
raste ke kisi pichle mod par
zinda uske bhi jazbat hote hai
aur kuchh arman bhi
gujar to mai jata hu kisi musafir ki tarah
aur wo bita pal wahi meri raah takta
kisi ped ki tarah

ye aawaz bhi aise hi kisi pal ki hai
jo baitha hai kahi ird gird
mere pichle manzil ke
meri jaan kahi bhi ja
meri jaan kahi bhi ja
bas sambhal ke jana bas sambhal ke jana
yahi pe khada hai ghar tera
yahi pe khada hai ghar tera
aana daubara aana daubara aana daubara

meri patharili manzil
jaha pe main ruka tha thodi der
aur socha tha ke jindagi yahi ruk jayegi
lekin shuru hona meri kismat thi
aur chalte rehna fitrat
ye album ye nagme ye isi raste mein mile
kuch khubsurat chize hai jara dekhe
inme se koyi aapki to nahi
aana daubara aana daubara aana daubara

The moment past, it never truly fades,
But lingers, hushed, in shadows deep,
At a bend unseen, the road's dark glades,
Where feelings live, and secrets sleep.
With tender hopes, a spirit sighs,
While I, a traveler, quickly roam,
That moment waits, before my eyes,
Like ancient tree, that calls me home.

This echo, too, of moments lost,
Still clings, a presence near and dear,
Around the paths my journey crossed,
And whispers in my listening ear.
My soul, wherever you may roam,
Be mindful, love, and tread with care,
Your home awaits, a sheltering dome,
And calls you back, beyond compare.
Return again, return again, return again.

My journey's pause, the place I knew,
Where I had paused, a fleeting stay,
And thought that life would end anew,
But fate decreed a brighter day.
To start anew, my destiny,
To wander on, my very core,
These songs, these tales, they came to me,
Along this path, to evermore.
These treasures found, so rich and rare,
A glimpse of beauty, take a look,
Could any of these be yours to share?
Return again, return again, return again.