romance
romance is not by chance
you must know the approach
acha

dhire se jana najare milana
phir kahna bato bato me
kya kahu kaise kahu
aakhir kahu kya
pahli pahli mulakato me
kahna ke jabse tumko dekha
har khwab me tumhi ko dekha
phir kya kahu kah dena
i love you achha
dhire se jana najare milana
phir kahna bato bato me
kya kahu kaise kahu
aakhir kahu kya
pahli pahli mulakato me

pahle sharmayegi thoda
phir wo itrayegi thoda
kahi ghabrake usse
dur na hona
pas tum uske hi rahna
chahe nakhre kare sahna
kahi ghabrake usse
dur na hona
lekin karunga mai ye kaise
mujhse to hoga na ji aise
phir bhi kahti ho to kahunga
i love you

dhire se jana najare milana
phir kahna bato bato me
kya kahu kaise kahu
aakhir kahu kya
pahli pahli mulakato me

janeman chhodo khamoshi
dekho to meri madhoshi
pyar mujhe tumse kasam se
tumse ho gaya
dekho inkar na karna
koi takrar na karna
pyar mujhe tumse kasam se
tumse ho gaya

na jane kaise diwane ho
lagta hai tum to anjane ho
sach hai yahi ki i don't love you
kya kahu kaise kahu
aakhir kahu kya
pahli pahli mulakato me
dhire se jana najare milana
phir kahna bato bato me

aah oho aah oho aah oho
ho raha hai kuch kuch dil me
sach hai ye mai hu mushkil me
kahi koi aisi waisi na baat ho jaye
raha hai kuch kuch dil me
sach hai ye mai hu mushkil me
kahi dil mera na tera diwana ho jaye
mujhe pyar tumse karna hi nahi
socha hai tumpe marna hi nahi
kah to diya tha ke i don't love you
what's happening here
dhire se jana najare milana
kya kahu bato bato me

A chance encounter, a melody played,
The art of approach, a lesson to be made.
Gentle steps, eyes that meet,
Words whispered soft, bittersweet.

What to say, how to begin,
In these first, fledgling moments, within?
"Since the day my eyes first caught your grace,
You’re the dream that fills every space."
Then, with a breath, let the words unfurl,
"I love you," to capture her world.

She’ll blush a touch, then play her part,
Don’t falter now, hold close your heart.
Stay near, though she feigns disdain,
Don't fear, this is love's sweet terrain.
But how to do it, how to start?
My tongue is tied, a hesitant heart.
Yet, if you wish, I'll find my way,
And speak those words, come what may:
"I love you."

Beloved, silence, let it cease,
See the madness, the soul's release.
By the oath, my heart to you,
Has fallen in love, it's true.
Refuse not, let no quarrel arise,
By the oath, my heart to you,
Has fallen in love, it's true.

How strange you are, a stranger’s art,
The truth is this, "I don't love you," from the start.
What to say, how to begin,
In these first, fledgling moments, within?

A whisper of feeling deep inside,
The truth, I'm caught in the tide.
A sense that something's begun to grow,
That my heart is lost to the flow.
Yet, I'd sworn, I would not love,
And die for you, no, not above.
I'd said the words, "I don't love you," it is true.
What's happening here?
Gentle steps, eyes that meet,
What to say, words bittersweet?