chhod diya wo rasta jis raste se tum the guzre
chhod diya wo rasta jis raste se tum the guzre
tod diya wo aaina jis aaine me tera aks dikhe
mai sheher me tere tha ghairon sa mujhe apna koi na mila
tere lamhon se mere zakhmon se ab to mai door chala
rukh na kiya un galiyon ka jin galiyon me teri batein ho
chhod diya wo rasta jis raste se tum the guzre

mai tha musafir rah ka teri tujh tak mera tha dayra
mai tha musafir rah ka teri tujh tak mera tha dayra
mai kabhi tha mehbar tera khanabadosh mai ab thehra
khanabadosh mai ab thehra
chhuta nahi un phulon ko jin phulon me teri khushbu ho
ruth gaya un khwabon se jin khabon me tera khab bhi ho

kuch bhi na paya maine safar me hoke safar ka mai reh gaya
kuch bhi na paya maine safar me hoke safar ka mai reh gaya
kagaz ko boshida ghar tha bhigte barish me beh gaya
bhigte barish me beh gaya
dekhun nahi us chandani ko jis me ki teri parchhai ho
dur hun mai in hawaon se ye hawa tujhe chhu ke bhi aayi na ho

The path you graced, I've left behind,
The path you walked, I've cast aside.
Shattered the mirror, its surface veiled,
Where your reflection once prevailed.

In your city, a stranger's plight,
None to claim me, day or night.
From your moments, my wounds now mend,
Far I journey, my exile extend.
Turned away from streets, their whispers rife,
The path you graced, I've left behind my life.

A traveler I was, on your road,
My world contained, your presence bestowed.
Once your beloved, now a nomad's keep,
A wanderer lost, in slumber deep.
These fragrant blooms, I will not embrace,
Where your sweet essence finds its space.
From dreams I turn, though yours reside,
And in their depths, I cannot hide.

In this journey, naught I found,
A traveler lost, on hallowed ground.
A paper frail, in rain's soft tears,
Lost to the storm, my heart it sears.
The moon's soft glow, I will not see,
Where your shadow dances free.
From winds I flee, lest they impart,
A touch of you, upon my heart.