bujha hua hai chiragh kyou
be sukoon hu , sukoon de
mera jism wa ja meri aabroo
mera tan badan teri justujoo
kuch keh bhi de jise sun ke mai
yu khil uthu go gulab ho
One Last Time
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As you realize it's not my breathing but the rustle of the windAnd my
silken skin slips like beads of satin through your fingersFlowing tresses
beckon you ...
10 years ago
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