sagar kinare baitha hu...aur sochta hu ki
gahra hai ye sagar ya mera dil...
poochta hu main sagar se ki tu hi bata gahara hai tu ya mera dil.
log to meri gahrai se darte hai...qareeb aate hi mujse door jate hai. tum khud se hi pooch lo gahare hum hai ya tumhara dil.
mera dil, lahro se dara hua khud ko sambhala mera dil...
lahre utha ke mere seene ke uper, gira ke mujhe pani ke bister... phir kahta hai ki gahre hum hai ya tumhara dil...
halka sa ghabraya, kinaro pe aa ke us sagar se phir se ladne gaya mera dil......
gahre ho to batau tumhari gahrai.. rakh nai paate hume apne qareeb to kis kaam ki hai tumhari gahrai....
darte ho tum khud se...
kyu phek dete ho sabko apne se door aur kahte ho ki tumhari bahut hai gharai...
kinaro pe phek ke mujhe mujh pe hi raob banate ho aur poochte ho humse hi hamari gahrai...
nafaat karne walo ko bhi hum dil me chupate hai... aur agar koi pyar kar le to hum nai poochte uski gahrai.......
agar naap sako to naap lo meri gahrai...
poochta hu main sagar se ki tu hi bata gahara hai tu ya mera dil.
log to meri gahrai se darte hai...qareeb aate hi mujse door jate hai. tum khud se hi pooch lo gahare hum hai ya tumhara dil.
mera dil, lahro se dara hua khud ko sambhala mera dil...
lahre utha ke mere seene ke uper, gira ke mujhe pani ke bister... phir kahta hai ki gahre hum hai ya tumhara dil...
halka sa ghabraya, kinaro pe aa ke us sagar se phir se ladne gaya mera dil......
gahre ho to batau tumhari gahrai.. rakh nai paate hume apne qareeb to kis kaam ki hai tumhari gahrai....
darte ho tum khud se...
pyar kya tum to nafarat bhi nai karte ho khud se..
kyu phek dete ho sabko apne se door aur kahte ho ki tumhari bahut hai gharai...
kinaro pe phek ke mujhe mujh pe hi raob banate ho aur poochte ho humse hi hamari gahrai...
nafaat karne walo ko bhi hum dil me chupate hai... aur agar koi pyar kar le to hum nai poochte uski gahrai.......
agar naap sako to naap lo meri gahrai...
