palkon pe phool khile aise ye soya hai
neendo ke gamle me koi khwab jaise boya hai
jaadu ki chhadi leke koi apsara aayegi
chutki me bikhri cheeze theek kar ke jaayegi
inka har kaam hi kal pe hai tal raha

sooraj kabse inke gaalo pe dhoop mal raha
valentines day aaya life me rang laaya
par inke calender me october hi chal raha
kaisa ye khel hai rishto ka mel hai
khushiyaa dhoondhe yahan wahan
kaisi paheli hai ye, mast albeli hai ye
uljhe kuchh suljhe hai yahan

dil hirni sa kuchh idhar chaukanna sa rehta hai
suljha hua sa koi raag bajta rehta hai
inko hi deke din bhi roshan hota hai
jo bhi inko dekhe woh sapne laakh sanjota hai

inke chhoone se cheeze sanvarti jaati hai
kudrat inki ghadi ko theek karke jaati hai
roop se dhoop chale, zulfo me shaam dhale
suraj deewana banke inki hi chaal chale
kitna bemel hai, phir kaisa mel hai
khushiyaa dhoondhe yahan wahan

kaisi paheli hai ye, mast albeli hai ye
uljhe kuchh suljhe hai yahan
kaisa ye khel hai rishto ka mel hai
khushiyaa dhoondhe yahan wahan
kaisi paheli hai ye, mast albeli hai ye
uljhe kuchh suljhe hai yahan

Upon their lashes, blooms have gently grown,
Asleep they lie, a seed of dreams is sown
Within the slumber's earthen, quiet keep.
A fairy, wand in hand, will softly sweep,
And mend the scattered fragments, piece by piece.
Their every task postponed, a slow release.
The sun, for ages, on their cheeks does gleam,
While Valentine's arrived, a vibrant stream,
Yet in their calendar, October's reign.
What game is this, this union, joy and pain?
We search for gladness, far and near,
A riddle wrapped in charm, banishing fear,
Entangled threads, some loose, some free,
A mystery for you and me.

Their heart, a fawn, forever wary, near,
A melody of peace, the air does clear.
The very day finds light from them, it's true.
And all who gaze, their dreams anew, pursue.
Their touch, a grace, that things transform and mend,
And nature's clock, its rhythm they extend.
From beauty, sunlight springs, in locks, the dusk descends,
The sun, a lover lost, their path attends.
How ill-matched, yet how perfectly they meet?
We search for gladness, bittersweet,
A riddle wrapped in charm, banishing fear,
Entangled threads, some loose, some clear.
What game is this, this union, joy and pain?
We search for gladness, again and again,
A riddle wrapped in charm, banishing fear,
Entangled threads, some loose, some near.