raat jawan thi taare timtima rahe the
ya yun kahe taare timtima rahe the
aur ye kadam dagmga rahe the
kya hua kaise hua kyu hua
kuch bhi yaad nahi
ki kal raat kuch hua bhi ki nahi
socha chalo likh daalun apni hi raat ki dastaan

raat ki dastaan ko main din me kaise karu bayan
kal tha madhoshi me, aaj hun khamosh main
raat ki dastaan ko main din me kaise karu bayan
kal tha madhoshi me, aaj hun khamosh main
kuch to yaad raha, tha koi na koi yahan
raat ki shararte thi ya ho raha tha mausam bhiga bhiga sa

raat ki dastaan ko main din me kaise karu bayan
kal tha madhoshi me, aaj hun khamosh main
kuch to yaad raha, tha koi na koi yahan
raat ki shararte thi ya ho raha tha mausam bhiga bhiga sa

alright, the story goes futher
subh hoti hai use kuch kuch yaad aata hai
thoda thoda parchaaiyon me kuch najr aata hai
ki pichhli raat hua kya

shokhi thi uski chaal me
lo dil fans gya uske jaal me
shokhi thi uski chaal me
lo dil fans gya uske jaal me
aankhe jo khuli hui to kya hua
dhadkane ruki hui to kya hua
saanse bhi thami hui to kya hua
aankhe bhi khuli hui thi, dhadkane thami hui thi
saanse bhi ruki hui thi to kya hua

kuch to yaad raha, tha koi na koi yahan
raat ki shararte thi ya ho raha tha mausam bhiga bhiga sa

raat ki dastaan ko main din me kaise karun bayan
kal tha madhoshi me, aaj hun
thats right

The night was young, stars did gleam,
Or perhaps, the stars just dreamed,
While footsteps swayed, a drunken stream.
What happened, why, and how it came,
Lost in a haze, a forgotten name.
Did yesterday even truly claim
A single night, a flickering flame?
I thought, to write, to whisper the same,
The tale of night, its whispered game.

How can I tell the night's dark art,
In sunlit day, a broken heart?
Lost in a daze, I played my part,
Today in silence, worlds apart.
Some echoes linger, a memory's start,
Someone was there, a fleeting dart.
Was it the night, or a season's tear,
That soaked the air, and held me near?

How can I tell the night's dark art,
In sunlit day, a broken heart?
Some echoes linger, a memory's start,
Someone was there, a fleeting dart.
Was it the night, or a season's tear,
That soaked the air, and held me near?
Alright, The Story Goes Further.
As dawn arrives, a fragment stirred,
Shadows danced, a whispered word,
Of what transpired, the night incurred.

A playful grace in every stride,
My heart ensnared, nowhere to hide.
A playful grace in every stride,
My heart ensnared, nowhere to hide.
Eyes wide open, a frozen gaze,
If heartbeats cease, in a silent maze,
And breath itself, in a frozen phase,
Eyes wide open, in a stunned amaze,
If breath is held, through all the days,

Some echoes linger, a memory's start,
Someone was there, a fleeting dart.
Was it the night, or a season's tear,
That soaked the air, and held me near?
How can I tell the night's dark art,
Lost in a daze, Today is.. That's right.