Chahta Houn

Choro choro choti batein; lar ke karna kya?

Bolo bolo kuch to bolo; mujse kar lo sula

Suno suno , Suno to ; Na jao is taran

Dekho dekho hath jore ke ; houn samne khara

Choro choro beetay pal ko; is mein hai rakha kya ?

Bolo bolo tere man mein; hai ab kya chupa

Vo sari ratein batein karte saath guzar gaeen

Ab na bolo Ab na kaho ; tumehin kuch yaad nahin

Sun lo aik dafa, meri iltija

Maaf kar bhi do mujhe, bus chahta houn yehi

Aaj aik bar muskorao, bus chahta houn yehi

Aaj mujhe aaj na rulao, bus chahta houn yahi

Ab mujhe aur na tarpao, bus chahta houn yehi

--Asad Haider, 2005

Let go of these little things, what’s the point of fighting?

Say it Say it, please say something; let’s put it all aside

Listen, listen, listen to me; don’t go away just now

Look, look, I’m begging for this, I’m kneeling before you

Let go of this passing moment; what is there in it?

Say it Say it, whatever’s in your head; why would hide it?

All those nights we spent just talking to each other

Don’t say it, Don’t say it; you just don’t remember it

Listen for a second, to my request

Forgive me, that is all I’m asking

Smile just once; it’s all I’m asking

Don’t make me cry, that’s all I’m asking

Don’t make me suffer anymore; it’s all I’m asking

--Asad Haider, 2005