Tu aur teri baatien

Kuch baatien aisi hai

jo sirf tere jaisi hai

Mantaqe dill tera

jazbaati tera dimaag

Tabassum tera dhoop ki jhalak si

aajisi mach gayi dekhte hi

Harr choti cheez ka dhyaan tujhe

koi baat aisi nahi jo tujhse chupe

Tujhe kaafi kam log samajhte hai

khaami nahi teri, qusoor unke taghaful ka hai

Khoya kabhi, kabhi thoda sehma

khush mijaaz, kabhi tez bole toh kabhi dheema

Teri harkatein pyaari hai shayad tujhe pata nahi

mujhse ukhdaa rehta par tu khafaa nahi

Kuch baatien aisi hai

jo sirf tere jaisi hai

Mantaqe dill tera

jazbaati tera dimaag

Tabassum tera dhoop ki jhalak si

ajeeb aajisi mach gayi dekhte hi

Bevkoofi dekh meri mai samajh nahi paayi

Ki mai tujhse mehdud kyu reh gayi

Kyuki kuch baatein aisi hai

Jo sirf tere hi jaisi hai

____

Until next time
Love, always
S

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