Yeh hai meri kahaani
yeh hai meri kahaani...
khamosh zindagani
sannata keh raha hai ...
kyon zulm seh raha hai
ek dastaan purani
tanhaai ki zubaani
har zakhm khil raha hai
kuch mujhse keh raha hai
chubte kaante yaadon ke
damaan se chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon...........
bus yeh meri kahaani..
be nishaan nishani
ek dard beh raha hai
kuch mujhse keh raha hai
chubte kaante yaadon ke
damaan se chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon..........
bajaye pyar ki shabnam mere gulistan mein
baraste rehte hain har simt moot ke saaye mein
siyahiyon se ulajh part hain meri aankhen
koi nahin koi bhi nahin jo ban paye kitne ujalon ki raatein
koi nahin koi nahin hai paas na door ek pyar hai dil ki dharkan
jo apne chahat ka elaan kiye jaati hai
zindagi hai jo jiye jaati hai
khoon ke bhoont piye jaati hai
khwab kaanto se siye jaati hai
ab na koi pass hai
fir bhi ehsaas hai
diyahiyon mein uljhi pari
jeene ke ek aas hai ....
yaadon ka jangal ye dil ...
kaanto se jalthal ye dil
chubte kaante yaadon ke
damaan se chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon..........
well this song is from the movie Zinda composed by my all time favourites the Strings .....i love their music !!!...and what impresses me most is these lyrics ....u must listen to this one !
1 comment:
gr8 to c ur blog..
nice lyrics reproduced before us.
i have made a written english version of this..look into it..love it or hate it..
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ALIVE!!
This is my chronicle,
Speechless life,
Silence is narrating,
Why is it bearing the oppression?,
An old fable,
from the words of silence,
Each and every wound is flourishing,
Saying something to me.
Selecting the piercing thorns of memories from the bosom,
I'm alive in the lap of collapsing walls.
This is my chronicle,
Unmemorable souvenir,
One wound is flowing,
saying something to me.
Selecting the piercing thorns of memories from the bosom,
I'm alive in the lap of collapsing walls.
Now nobody is near,
still there is a sense,
convoluted in the ink
there is a will to survive,
this heart is a bush of memories,
quagged with the thorns.
Selecting the piercing thorns of memories from the bosom,
I'm alive in the lap of collapsing walls!!
--Ashish Khurana
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