yade kitni yade dil me jagi hai
bate kitni bate yaad aati hai
dil me jagi kitni yade
kitni bate tum suno to
hum ye suna de dil me jagi
kitni yade kitni bate
tum suno to hum ye suna de
dil me jagi kitni yade kitni bate
tum suno to hum ye suna de
dil me jagi yade kitni yade
dil me jagi hai
mohalle ajab the wo
ajab unki galiya thi
jo pathar pe khilti thi
wo bachpan ki kaliya thi
ho mohalle ajab the wo
ajab unki galiya thi
jo pathar pe khilti thi
wo bachpan ki kaliya thi

ho kaha humko gam tha
aa dar dar bdar the
ek dusare ke dilo me to ghar the
tha bachpan me jaise yahi kam apna
jo diwar payi likha naam apna
shararte tumhari ki hume badi pyari
shararte tumhari ki hume badi pyari
yaad aa gayi wo shokhiya
dil me jagi kitni yade
kitni bate tum suno to
hum ye suna de dil me jagi
kitni yade kitni bate
tum suno to hum ye suna de
dil me jagi yade kitni yade
dil me jagi hai

wo barish bhi yaad aayi
wo kagaj ki nav bhi
wo sardi ka mausam bhi
wo jalta alav bhi
ho wo barish bhi yaad aayi
wo kagaj ki nav bhi
wo sardi ka mosam bhi
wo jalta alav bhi
ho yaad aa gaye hai
sun dost mere phir wo ujale
phir wo andhere
bit gaye the khane ko jo din
laut ke aaye sath wo tere

purane din jhalke
to aansu mere chhalke
purane din jhalke
to aansu mere chhalke
yaad aa gayi wo dasta
dil me jagi kitni yade
kitni bate tum suno to
hum ye suna de dil me jagi
kitni yade kitni bate
tum suno to hum ye suna de
dil me jagi yade kitni yade
dil me jagi hai
bate kitni bate yaad aati hai

Memories bloom, a garden in the heart,
Whispers of moments, a world set apart.
So many memories, a story untold,
So many stories, in echoes of old.
Listen closely now, and I shall impart,
The echoes that linger, a fire in my heart.

Those strange, familiar streets, a tapestry spun,
Where life bloomed from stones, beneath the sun.
Childhood's pathways, a vibrant art,
Those strange, familiar streets, etched in my heart.
Where sorrow was distant, a forgotten plea,
Wandering souls, yet home was where we'd be.
Each other's houses, a haven to find,
On walls we would write, our names intertwined.

Your mischievous deeds, a sweet, playful grace,
Mischief of yours, I will always embrace.
Those memories awaken, a smile in my eyes,
So many memories, beneath these skies.
So many stories, a whispered refrain,
Listen closely now, and feel the sweet pain.

The rain it remembers, the paper boats glide,
The winter's cold breath, where warmth did reside.
The rain it remembers, the paper boats glide,
The winter's cold breath, where warmth did reside.
Those friends I recall, in sunlit embrace,
The darkness that faded, the passing of days,
That offered us food and we would be free,
They all returned with you to me.

Old days resurface, and tears softly fall,
Old days resurface, when the heart hears the call,
These memories awaken, a story so deep,
So many memories, secrets we keep.
So many stories, a whispered refrain,
Listen closely now, and feel the sweet pain.
Memories bloom, a garden in the heart,
Whispers of moments, a world set apart.