achha hai kuch na kahe
kehne ko jab itni agar
baate adhuri reh jaaye to
achha hai yun hi khaamoshi
yun hi khaamoshi
achha hai kuch na kahe
kehne ko jab itni agar
baate adhuri reh jaaye to
achha hai yun hi khaamoshi
yun hi khaamoshi

baandh palaasi roku kitna
lehre to uthti man mauji
baandh palaasi roku kitna
lehre to uthti man mauji
laakh dikhaaye hans kar chehra
dard hota hai fir bhi
baandh palaasi roku kitna
lehre to uthti man mauji
laakh dikhaaye hans kar chehra
dard hota hai fir bhi

ashk bahaane se kehte hai
dil ko jara suku bhi milte hai
rona chaahu fir bhi dekh na le mujhko koi
dar lagta hai, dar lagta hai
achha hai kuch na kahe
kehne ko jab itni agar
baate adhuri reh jaaye to
achha hai yun hi khaamoshi
yun hi khaamoshi

main to jaanu, dil na ye maane
dhund raha jo khud sa koi
main to jaanu, dil na ye maane
dhund raha jo khud sa koi
maaya ye kasturi aisa
har pal dil kyu aas jagaaye
main to jaanu, dil na ye maane
dhund raha jo khud sa koi
maaya ye kasturi aisa
har pal dil kyu aas jagaaye

saanso ke sang sang pal ye gujarte
beet lamhe humse yun kahte

achha hai kuch na kahe
kehne ko jab itni agar
baate adhuri reh jaaye to
achha hai yun hi khaamoshi
yun hi khaamoshi

It is better to say nothing,
When so much remains unspoken.
If words fall short, half-formed,
Then silence is the truest grace,
Yes, silence is the truest grace.
It is better to say nothing,
When so much remains unspoken.
If words fall short, half-formed,
Then silence is the truest grace,
Yes, silence is the truest grace.

How can I dam the restless tide?
Waves will rise, the heart's own whim.
How can I dam the restless tide?
Waves will rise, the heart's own whim.
Though smiles are worn, a mask of light,
The ache remains, the soul's deep thrum.
How can I dam the restless tide?
Waves will rise, the heart's own whim.
Though smiles are worn, a mask of light,
The ache remains, the soul's deep thrum.

Tears, they say, bring solace near,
A balm to soothe the wounded heart.
Yet, to weep, I fear the gaze,
Afraid of being seen, I fear,
I fear, I fear.
It is better to say nothing,
When so much remains unspoken.
If words fall short, half-formed,
Then silence is the truest grace,
Yes, silence is the truest grace.

I know, yet still, the heart denies,
Searching for a kindred soul.
I know, yet still, the heart denies,
Searching for a kindred soul.
This Maya, like the musk it seems,
Why does the heart in hope enroll?
I know, yet still, the heart denies,
Searching for a kindred soul.
This Maya, like the musk it seems,
Why does the heart in hope enroll?

Moments pass, each breath a thread,
Whispering tales of bygone days.
It is better to say nothing,
When so much remains unspoken.
If words fall short, half-formed,
Then silence is the truest grace,
Yes, silence is the truest grace.