dead heart
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hum unse kitna pyar karte hai yeh woh kya jane, pyar ka sahi matlab ek dil ka katil kya jane...
dil tuta hai unke judai ke ehsaas se, dil ruta hai unke paas na hone ke ehsaas se, hum toh akele the aur akele hi rehgaye hai, yeh baat unka nadan dil kya jane...
hum unse kitna pyar karte hai yeh woh kya jane, pyar ka sahi matlab ek dil ka katil kya jane...
zindagi ek kabrastan ban gayi hai, jisme pyar dafnaya jata hai, judaai ka fateha pada jata hai, yeh baat unka zinda dil kya jane...
hum unse kitna pyar karte hai yeh woh kya jane, pyar ka sahi matlab ek dil ka katil kya jane...
rooh behchan hai unke dhoor jane se, log behchan hai unke paas ane se, unhone bhi logon ka ehsaas kia humari rooh ka nahin, kitni taklif hui hai hume iss fesle se yeh baat unka beimaan dil kya jane...
hum unse kitna pyar karte hai yeh woh kya jane, pyar ka sahi matlab ek dil ka katil kya jane...
zindagi ashkon ki tarha bikhar gayi, rooh judai ki aag main jhal gayi, dil aansuon ke dariya man dhoob gaya, yeh saab unka adhura dil kya jane...
hum unse kitna pyar karte hai yeh woh kya jane, pyar ka sahi matlab ek dil ka katil kya jane...
maut bhi nahin ati hai ab, ansuon ne bhi saath chodd dia hai, adhure hi reh gaye hai hum unke siva, yeh baat unka bika hua dil kya jane...
hum unse kitna pyar karte hai yeh woh kya jane, pyar ka sahi matlab ek dil ka katil kya jane...
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