Yeh Hai Meri Kahani by Unknown

Note: This song is sung by Strings & John Abraham. If you know the lyricist/poet, please leave a comment. I believe it is Anwar Maqsood, if you know otherwise, please let me know.

yeh hai meri kahani
khamosh zindagani
sannata keh raha hai
kyun zulm seh raha hai

ek dastaan purani
tanhayi ki zubani
her zakham khil raha hai
kuch mujh se keh raha hai

chubtay kantay yadoon ke daaman say chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mai zinda hoon

bass yeh meri kahani
benishaan nishaani
ek darr beh raha hai
kuch mujh se keh raha hai

bajay pyaar ki shabnum mere gulistaan mein
baraste rehte hain har simt maut ke saye
siyahiyon se ulajh padti hain meri aankhein
koi nahi .. koi bhi nahi jo batlaye
main kitni der ujalon ki raah dekhoon gaa
koi nahi hai koi bhi nahi
na pass na durr

ek pyaar hai
dil ki dharkan
apni chahat ka jo ellan kiye jaati hai
zindagi hai jo jiye jaati hai
khoon k ghoont peay jaati hai
khwaab kaanton se siye jaati hai

ab na koi paas hai
phir bhi ehsaas hai
siyahiyon mai uljhi padi
jeene ki ek aas hai

yadoon ka jungle yeh dil
kaanton se jal thal yeh dil

chubtay kantay yadoon ke daaman say chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mai zinda hoon

English Translation by Ayesha Khanna:

this is my story
my voiceless existence
where even silence questions
why I bear such injustice

an ancient tale
hearsay of solitude
where each wound blossoms
to whisper softly to me

where I pick the thorns of my memories
and live behind the veil of falling walls

this, this is my story
my unremarkable mark
where fear trickles down
to whisper softly to me

the dew of love glistens
yet death haunts every corner
eyes weary of inky shadows
but no one … no one to tell
how long till light appears
no one … there is no one
not near, not far

this is love
this heartbeat
that keeps announcing its presence
life is validated by living
that continues persevering
dreams are woven by dreaming

alone
and still i sense
entangled in darkness
an inchoate desire to live

jungle of reminiscences, this heart
strewn with thistles, this heart

where I pick the thorns of my memories
and live behind the veil of falling walls

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