purani jeans aur gitaar
muhlle ki wo chhat, aur mere yaar
wo raton ko jaagna
subah ghar jaana, kud ke divaar
wo sigret pina gali me jaake
wo karna danto ko ghadi ghadi saaf
pahunchna college hamesha let
wo kahana sar ka
get out from the class
wo bahar jake hamesha kahna
yaha ki system bhi hain kharab
wo jake centeen me teval bajaa ke
wo gane gaana yaron ke saath
bas yaaden yaaden yaaden yaaden
yaaden rah jati hain
chhoti chhoti chhoti chhoti
baaten rah jati hain
bas yaaden yaaden

wo papa ka dantna
wo kahan mummy ka chho jiya
tumhe to bas nazar ata hai
jaha me beta mera hi kharaab
wo dil me sochna
kar ke kuchh dikha de
wo karna faining, roz nayi yaad
ladakpan daar wo pahla pyaar
wo likhna haatho pe a plas r
wo khidaki se jhaankana
wo likhna letter unhe baar baar
wo dena tohfen me sone ki baliya
wo lena dosto se paise udhaar
bas yaaden yaaden yaaden yaaden
yaaden rah jati hain
chhoti chhoti chhoti chhoti
baaten rah jati hain
bas yaaden yaaden

aisa yadon ka mausam chalaa
bhulta hi nahi dil mera

raha meri aur gitaar
muhlle ki wo chhat, aur mere yaar
wo raton ko jaagna
subah ghar jaana, kud ke divaar
purani jeans aur gitaar
muhlle ki wo chhat, aur mere yaar

Old jeans and a worn guitar,
The neighborhood roof, my comrades near.
Those nights awake,
Then morning's leap, the wall's embrace.
Smoking cigarettes in shadowed lanes,
Forever scrubbing, teeth's refrain.
Late to college, always late,
The teacher's words, "Get out of the gate!"
Outside, to grumble, "This system's flawed,"
Then canteen's table, a rhythmic nod.
Singing songs with friends so dear,
Just memories, memories appear.
Memories linger,
Small, fleeting, they remain.
Just memories, memories.

Father's scolding, harsh and deep,
Mother's plea, secrets to keep.
"Only you, my child, do I see,
In a world that's unkind to thee."
The heart's resolve, a silent vow,
To prove oneself, here and now.
Youth's first love, a tender bloom,
Writing "A+R" on hands, in a room.
Peeking through windows, longing eyes,
Letters penned, a sweet surprise.
Gifting earrings, gold and bright,
Borrowing from friends, with all my might.
Just memories, memories appear,
Memories linger,
Small, fleeting, they remain.
Just memories, memories.

This season of memories, a relentless tide,
My heart forgets not, where dreams reside.
My jeans and guitar remain,
The neighborhood roof, with friends again.
Those nights awake,
Then morning's leap, the wall's embrace.
Old jeans and a worn guitar,
The neighborhood roof, my comrades near.