tumse jo baat hui tumse jo mulakat hui
tumse jo baat hui tumse jo mulakat hui
us par to mai bahut kuch likh sakta hu
us par to mai bahut kuch kah sakta hu
likh sakta hu, tumse jo baat hui

ha us ek mulakaat par
tulsi ke chham, gaalib ke sher
samet sakta hu, ha us ek mulakaat par
magar mai meri kalam meri jubaan
sab kuch kamosh ho jaata hai
jab un chap ghadiyo ka mujhe khyal aata hai
vo pal jo khamos the hosh se bahut dur
ha hum hosh me the ha hum hosh me the
un kamosh ghadhyo se pahale maine sirf
itna kaha tha itna kaha tha
meri jindgi ko aaj ki shaam de do
mere tapte huye maathe ko jara tham lo
mai aur mera matha jo kab se jal raha tha
halat ki diwaro se lad raha tha
matha jiski nash nash tut chuki thi
matha jiski lakire duniya lut chuki thi

tumne mathe ko chhua, na jane kya hua
hua to ye hua, hua to ye hua
aasama jhuk gaya, vakt bhi ruk gaya
aasama jhuk gaya, vakt bhi ruk gaya
vo pal jab khamosh the
hosh se bahut dur, ha hum hosh me the
ha hum hosh me the, ha hum hosh me the
ha hum hosh me the, ha hum hosh me the
unse jo mulaakat hui unse jo baat hui
unse jo mulaakat hui unse jo baat hui
unse jo mulaakat hui unse jo baat hui
ha hum hosh me the

A meeting bloomed, a word was spun,
A tapestry I could have begun,
With ink and verse, a world to weave,
Of that encounter, I could believe.

But in that space, where silence reigned,
My pen, my tongue, their voices chained.
To capture moments, hushed and deep,
Where consciousness was fast asleep.

Before those hours, softly near,
My whispered plea, for you to hear:
"Grant me this eve, this fleeting grace,
And touch my brow, in this desolate place.
This brow that burns, a fevered fire,
Against the walls of harsh desire,
Whose lines bear scars, of battles won,
Where worldly shadows have begun."

Your touch descended, soft and light,
A miracle, in fading night.
The heavens bowed, the moments stilled,
And time itself, its purpose filled.
In that hush, where reason strayed,
Awareness dawned, a light displayed.
We knew the truth, the depth, the art,
Of souls entwined, and beating heart.
We knew the truth, the depth, the art,
Of souls entwined, and beating heart.
The meeting bloomed, a word was spun,
A tapestry, so newly begun.
We knew the truth, the depth, the art,
Of souls entwined, and beating heart.
We knew the truth, the depth, the art,
Of souls entwined, and beating heart.