teri yad bahut abb aane lagi hain
ek jaan hain abb woh jane lagi hain
tanha tanha ham rehne lage hain
tanhayi bada tadpane lagi hain

teri yad bahut abb aane lagi hain
ek jaan hain abb woh jane lagi hain
tanha tanha ham rehne lage hain
tanhayi bada tadpane lagi hain
teri yad bahut abb aane lagi hain
ek jaan hain abb woh jane lagi hain

yeh pal jane kyon aate hain, woh pal jane kyon jate hain
yado ka yeh kaisa dariya, ham pal me hi beh jate hain
malum nahi sahil hai kaha, malum nahi manjil hai kaha
iss hal me jina mushkil hain
har sans tujhe hi bulane lagi hain
teri yad bahut abb aane lagi hain
ek jaan hain abb woh jane lagi hain

kabhi milte ho tum khwabo me, kabhi milte ho tum yado me
apna bankar kyon rehte ho, dilbar mere in aankho me
har wakt mere najdik raho
kuchh meri suno kuchh apni kaho
teri yado pe jo khushbu hain, meri sanso ko mehkane lagi hain
teri yad bahut abb aane lagi hain
ek jaan hain abb woh jane lagi hain
tanha tanha ham rehne lage hain
tanhayi bada tadpane lagi hain

Your absence, a phantom that haunts my waking hours,
My very life force, it starts to ebb away now.
Alone, I wander, lost in silent plight,
Loneliness, a torment, that stings through the night.

Your absence, a phantom that haunts my waking hours,
My very life force, it starts to ebb away now.
Alone, I wander, lost in silent plight,
Loneliness, a torment, that stings through the night.
Your absence, a phantom that haunts my waking hours,
My very life force, it starts to ebb away now.

Why do these moments arrive, fleeting and brief?
Why do those other moments just slip out of belief?
This river of memories, a torrent's embrace,
Sweeping us away, lost in time and space.
The shore, I know not where it lies, I cannot see,
The destination, nowhere is it near to me.
In this state of being, living is a painful art,
Each breath now whispers your beloved name to my heart.
Your absence, a phantom that haunts my waking hours,
My very life force, it starts to ebb away now.

Sometimes you appear in dreams of the soul,
Sometimes in memories, taking their toll.
Why, pretending you are mine, do you reside,
Within these eyes of mine, always you abide?
Be near me always, close and ever near,
Listen to my heart, your words I long to hear.
The fragrance clinging to your memory's grace,
Perfumes my very breath, in every time and place.
Your absence, a phantom that haunts my waking hours,
My very life force, it starts to ebb away now.
Alone, I wander, lost in silent plight,
Loneliness, a torment, that stings through the night.