ISHQIYA

Beygharaz Ishq I

A/N:- Listen this song while reading this, you will surely enjoy this one.

"Jubin, Jubin, Jubin" crowd was cheering for a voice,

For the musical voice of Jubin Mirza.

His magical fingers touched the string of guitar,

Giving a beautiful music,

Crowd stops their cheering,

For hearing the musical sound they had come for,

Jubin Mirza closed his eyes,

Then his magical musical voice flows through the eagerly waiting silent crowd,

"Dil chahte ho ya jaan chahte ho,

Humse btao ke kya chahte ho,

Dil chahte ho ya jaan chahte ho,

Humse btao ke kya chahte ho,

Khud ke hi andar mar jayenge,

Gum na kabhi bahar layenge."

Crowd flows their hand in the air like they are giving music with their movements,

"Hanste hanste kar denge yeh bhi,

Hona agar tum judaa chahte ho,

Hanste hanste kar denge yeh bhi,

Hona agar tum judaa chahte ho

Dil chahte ho ya jaan chahte ho

Humse btao ke kya chahte ho

Hanste hanste kar denge yeh bhi

Hona agar tum judaa chahte ho."

Crowd stops their movement to give themselves in painful word.

"Hum toh bane hai tumhare hi khatir,

Tumhare hi kaam toh ayenge aakhir,

Hum mein humara toh kuch bhi nahi hai,

Jo tum kaho bs wo hi sahi hai,

Hak mein humare shauk se kardo,

Karna agar tum badd'dua chahte ho."

Some tears flow from Jubin's eyes, he let it flow, who will see his tears from the crowd.

"Hanste hanste kar denge yeh bhi,

Hona agar tum judaa chahte ho,

Dil chahte ho ya jaan chahte ho,

Humse btao ke kya chahte ho,

Humse btao ki kya chahte ho."

With these last words he stops his song, then flow of his finger stops, a little blood were oozing out from there,

Opening his eyes, he saw an intoxicated crowd, intoxicate with his music, they cheer for him again.

He smirked a little thinking the world is celebrating his pain,

But It's not their fault at all, they don't know about his pain.

He smiled and put out his guitar and wave his hand for them,