दिल धक धक करने लगा

दिल धक धक करने लगा
मै दिल से डरने लगा
ऐसा लगता है मै किसी पे मरने लगा

मैं पूछा करता हु इस दिल दीवाने से
वो खुद आये तो क्या हो जिसकी यद् आने से
आई कोई खुशबू कोई जादू चलने लगा
ऐसा लगता है मै किसी पे मरने लगा

तस्वीरे देखि है कितनी बाज़ारो में
तुम जैसे है हज़ारो वो है एक हज़ारों में
देखि तो निगाहें मई आहे भरने लगा
ऐसा लगता है मै किसी पे मरने लगा

सोचा था खेलूँगा मै एक खिलोने से
अब कैसे रोकूं दिल को उसका आशिक होने से
मई तो दिल्लगी में दिल का सौदा करने लगा
ऐसा लगता है मै किसी पे मरने लगा

My heart beats. Heart beats. I have become afraid of my heartbeats. Sometimes it seems like I have died.

I ask my crazy heart what would happen if you were to arrive. My heart asks who is coming. When you would come it would seem like magic happening and happiness flowing. Alas, it seems like I have died.

I see your image in every marketplace, in the face of thousands and thousands of places. I see you everywhere. Alas, it seems like I have died.

I may have thought I was playing with a toy, but it seems like I was the toy being played around with. Now how do I stop my heart from this feeling of love? I have to make a deal with that city where it seems like my heart died.