yaado ko bhool jaye to
kaise bhool jaye kaise bhool jaye
yaado ko bhool jaye to
kaise bhool jaye kaise bhool jaye
yaado ko bhool jaye to
kaise bhool jaye kaise bhool jaye
yaade nhi hai ret ki
likha hua koi naam

ye rooh se lipti hui khushboo hai
khushboo me simta hua ehsaas ka paygam
yaado ko bhool jaye to
kaise bhool jaye kaise bhool jaye
jeene ka armaan liye hum yaado me chlte hai
jajbato ke jungal me hum tanha hi chalte hai
hontho pe hontho pe muskan liye
peete hai hum dard ka ye jaam
yaado ko bhool jaye to
kaise bhool jaye kaise bhool jaye

kuch rsme kuch kasme kuch wade
ye hai sathiapne har ghadi
kuch rsme kuch kasme kuch wade
ye hai sathiapne har ghadi
dil hoga to hoga dard bhi
dard na hoto kya hai jindagi
jo lat jaye jo kat jaye
wo pal apne hai ye pal ye hi pal
yaade ban kal chubhte hai subaho sham

yaado ko bhool jaye to
kaise bhool jaye kaise bhool jaye
yaade nhi hai ret ki
likha hua koi naam
ye rooh se lipti hui khushboo hai
khushboo me simta hua ehsaas ka paygam
yaado ko bhool jaye to
kaise bhool jaye kaise bhool jaye

If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
Memories are not grains of sand,
A name etched on an unknown land.

These are scents that cling to soul,
A message in fragrance, making whole.
If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
With life's desire, in memories we roam,
Alone we wander, in emotions' home.
With smiles upon our lips we find,
We drink this sorrow's wine, entwined.
If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?

Some rituals, some vows, some plea,
Are companions to eternity.
Some rituals, some vows, some plea,
Are companions to eternity.
Where heart exists, then pain will bloom,
Without pain, what is life's room?
Moments that fade, moments that flee,
These moments, they belong to thee.
Memories they prick, each eve, each morn.

If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?
Memories are not grains of sand,
A name etched on an unknown land.
These are scents that cling to soul,
A message in fragrance, making whole.
If memories we could forsake,
How could we then, how could we break?