o mere mohalle mein
chaand jo aaya hai
eid jo laaya hai
tu hi toh nahi

ammi ne meri jo
suit silaya hai
khwaab dikhaya hai
tu hi toh nahi

haan jiske liye dil bigadne lagaa hai
woh kaun hai, tu hi hai
jiske liye dil sambhalne lagaa hai
woh kaun hai, tu hi hai

door ye kaun hai
paas ye kaun hai
khaas ye kaun hai
tu hi hai

jiske liye maine
saari haseeno ke
dil tode jaana hai
tu hi toh nahi

jiske liye mujhko
jeete hi jaana hai
beema karana hai
tu hi toh nahi

aane se jiske aa jati hai saansein
woh kaun hai, tu hi hai
jaane se jiske jaati hai jaanein
woh kaun hai, tu hi hai

door ye kaun hai
paas ye kaun hai
khaas ye kaun hai
tu hi hai

mere shairon mein ye kaun hai
meri shayari mein kaun hai
meri diary mein kaun hai
tu hi hai…

gubbaron mein ye kaun hai
khumaron mein ye kaun hai
guitaron mein ye kaun hai
tu hi hai, o…

The moon that graces my street,
The Eid that arrives, it is you.
The suit my mother stitched, so sweet,
The dream unveiled, it is you.
The one for whom my heart begins to fray,
Who is it? It is you.
The one for whom my heart finds its own way,
Who is it? It is you.

Distant, who is this? Near, who is this?
Special, who is this? It is you.
For whom I must shatter every beauty’s kiss,
Who is it? It is you.
For whom I must live, though life’s a chase,
Insurance, perhaps, it is not you.
Whose coming brings my breath to life, in place,
Who is it? It is you.
Whose going steals my very breath, and space,
Who is it? It is you.

Distant, who is this? Near, who is this?
Special, who is this? It is you.
In my verses, who is this?
In my poems, who is this?
In my diary, who is this? It is you.
In the balloons, who is this? In the haze, who is this?
In the guitars, who is this? It is you, oh.