dheeme se in saanso me kaun ye sama gaya
naino ko khawab ye kaun sa mil gaya
dheeme se in saanso me kaun ye sama gaya
naino ko khawab ye kaun sa mil gaya

do dil dono ki hai ye saazish
ya hai armano ki ye guzarish
dheeme se in saanso me kaun ye sama gaya
naino ko khawab ye jane kaun sa mil gaya

dheeme se dheeme se dheeme dheeme se
dheeme se dheeme se dheeme dheeme se
dheeme se dheeme se dheeme dheeme se

is khamoshi ka kitna shor hai
ye dil hi hai ya dil mein koi aur hai
ye jo bheegi bunde in palko se bhichhdi hain
teri beeti hui yaado ki suni galiyo se gujri hain

ye muskurahat jo hontho mein chhupaye ho tum
ye ghum ki kaun si aafat uthaye ho tum
khayalo ke is narm mulayam chadar par
ye kisne basera banaya hai, shayad tum hi ho

chal rahi hai koshishe ruh ko raah mile
raaste mere mude tu jaha saans ki juba tale
sau baate teri mile aasra nasib mein ho tera

do dil dono ki hai ye saazish
ya hai armano ki ye guzarish
dheeme se in saanso me kaun ye sama gaya
naino ko khawab ye kaun sa mil gaya

dheeme se dheeme se dheeme dheeme se
dheeme se dheeme se dheeme dheeme se
dheeme se dheeme se dheeme dheeme se

Who, in these breaths, softly resides?
What dream has graced these gazing eyes?
Who, in these breaths, softly resides?
What dream has graced these gazing eyes?

Two hearts, a shared design, a plot,
Or whispers of desire, sought?
Who, in these breaths, softly resides?
What dream has found these knowing eyes?
Softly, softly, slowly, slow,
Softly, softly, slowly, slow,
Softly, softly, slowly, slow.

How loud this silence, vast and deep,
Is it my heart, or secrets sleep?
These tears that fall, a gentle rain,
Through empty streets of memory's lane.
This smile you hide, a fleeting grace,
What sorrow lingers in its place?
Upon this soft, ethereal sheet,
Who's dwelling here? Perhaps, you meet.

Efforts unfold, a tireless quest,
For the soul's path, a place to rest.
My roads now bend where you reside,
Beneath the breath, where truths confide.
A hundred tales your presence weaves,
May solace bloom, as fate believes.

Two hearts, a shared design, a plot,
Or whispers of desire, sought?
Who, in these breaths, softly resides?
What dream has graced these gazing eyes?
Softly, softly, slowly, slow,
Softly, softly, slowly, slow,
Softly, softly, slowly, slow.