Khoya Khoya Chand (Movie: 2007)

Kyun Khoye Khoye Chand Ki Firak Mein Talash Mein Udas Hai Dil
Kyun Anpne App Se Khafa Khafa Zara Zara Sa Naraz Hai Dil
Yeh Manzilee Bhi Khud Hi Tai Karein
Yeh Faslein Bhi Khud Hi Tai Karein
Kyun To Raston Pe Phir Sahem Sahem Sambhal Sambhal Le Chalta Hai Yeh Dil
Kyun Khoye Khoye Chand Ki Firak Mein Talash Mein Udas Hai Dil
Zindgai Sawalo Ke Jawaab Dhondnne Chali........................
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Dil Ko Samjhna Keh do Kya Asaan Hai
Dil To Fitrat Se Sun Lo Na Baimaan HaiYeh Kush Nahi Hai
Jo Mila Bas Mangta Hi Hai Chala
Janta Hai Har Lagi KaDard Hi Hai Bas Ek Sila
[Jab Kabhi Yeh Dil LagaDard Hi Hume Mila Dil Ki Har Lagi KaSunlo Dard Hi Ek Sila]
Kyun Naye Naye Se Dard Ki Firak Mein Talash Udas Hai Dil
Kyun Anpne App Se Khafa Khafa Zara Zara Sa Naraz Hai Dil.........

If only you knew

If only you knew,

That running is not true;

That I have embraced you, with all that is me;

That I have embraced you, with more than what I knew-

If only you knew......

If only you had a little time

If only you could afford to stand and assimilate

If only you could give it some time;

If only your life didnt seem like a roller coaster ride

If only you were not on an ever spinning emergency

Maybe you would have known; what could have been shared

All that could be ours

The moments that could have been spent; without any pretention-

The moments that could have been just yours and mine

But I guess it was never meant to be

The never ending wait for my unknown lover...

Of love that was scorned

How does one forgive oneself for an obvious folly?
How does one stop a blunder that is committed knowningly....
How do you stop the heart from yearning, when the distance is self planted-
Since when did love become so mercenary?
Since when did love start living in the past? Since when did love become so morbid and practical?

But then there is peace in knowing that you love
There is the sad tear that drops in knowing at least finally there is a wish,
A silent prayer, an unsaid sparkle, a rush of madness, a stifled desire yet something so sweet
That it feels like a beautiful curse.
What hurts is not that these feelings exist,
What hurts is that I wasnt made for them-
I wasnt designed to sacrifice; I was made to obtain, fulfill and destroy-
I dont need this: i dont want it- I hate the goodness, its saintliness feels like an insult...