Lajawab 2

Lajawab 2 Lyrics

Lajawab 2 is an Urdu song by Taimour Baig. This song expresses deep emotions of love, heartbreak, and regret. It tells the story of a lost relationship and the pain that remains after a breakup. The lyrics blend nostalgia, bitterness, and introspection, as the speaker reflects on their past love and the impact it has had on them.

The song starts with the speaker acknowledging that they no longer write poetry, and their partner no longer reads the romantic verses they used to share. Love, for them, has become a prison where both are serving a life sentence. Despite this, the speaker emphasizes that they never lied to their partner, although they are no longer in the mood to answer questions about the relationship.

The lyrics then describe how leaving someone is an art in itself, but in this case, it was the partner’s responsibility to end things. The speaker doesn’t regret being left behind; instead, they regret that the partner was happy after the breakup. The contrast of emotions is evident as the speaker recalls how they used to be devoted to their partner, even staying still wherever their partner would ask. Yet, the partner never fully reciprocated that level of dedication.

The song goes on to discuss how the speaker’s love has left scars, both emotional and physical. The partner has moved on, and the speaker ironically congratulates them for finding love elsewhere. The speaker suggests that love is something rare and precious, meant only for the fortunate, implying that their partner doesn’t truly understand its value.

The pain runs deep within the speaker, flowing through them like a wound that never heals. They live close to the same place where their partner does, enduring the agony silently. The speaker turns to music to express their pain, using songs to reveal the emotions they cannot share openly.

The lyrics also talk about how life has been a series of sorrows, and the speaker has learned to endure them all. They admit that they have tried to save their love by writing songs, but their efforts seem futile as the partner remains indifferent and unaware of their feelings.

The song takes a melancholic turn as the speaker reflects on how the partner has moved on. Despite the deep connection they once shared, the partner now belongs to someone else. The speaker sees their life as a constant search for the partner, but realizes that the partner is searching for something else entirely.

There are flashbacks to tender moments, such as the time the partner cried over a minor injury the speaker had in school, and how they once cared deeply. These memories highlight the contrast between the past affection and the present indifference.

The speaker also expresses frustration at how their partner grew to hate them and distanced themselves. They mention trying to save the relationship through music, but it only led to more distance. The speaker even admits that they used to deliberately hurt themselves just to get attention from their partner, indicating how desperate and broken they had become.

The song concludes with the speaker reminiscing about the happiness they once had when they were together. The speaker wishes the partner well on their birthday, reflecting on how many new friends the partner now has. Despite the pain, the speaker admits that they still cherish the memories and, for just one day, they’ll let those memories come back as a way of honoring the relationship that once was.

The song ends on a bittersweet note, where the speaker wishes their former partner a happy birthday, acknowledging that even though they’re apart, the memories and emotions are still very much alive within them. Taimour Baig’s Lajawab 2 lyrics are given below.

Yᴇᴀʜ, ʏᴇᴀʜ

Aʙ ɴᴀ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴋᴀʀᴛᴀ ʜᴏᴏɴ sʜᴀʏᴀʀɪ, ɴᴀ ᴡᴏʜ ᴘᴀᴅʜᴛɪ Fᴀɪᴢ ʜᴀɪ (ɴᴀʜɪ)
Mᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ᴊᴀɪʟ, ᴊɪsᴍᴇɪɴ ʜᴜᴍ ʜᴜᴍ ᴅᴏɴᴏ ᴜᴍᴀʀ-ᴏ̨ᴀɪᴅ ʜᴀɪɴ (ʏᴇᴀʜ-ʏᴇᴀʜ)
Rᴀʜᴇɢɪ ɢᴀᴠᴀᴀʜ, ᴋᴀʙʜɪ ʙᴏʟᴀ ᴜssᴇʏ ᴊʜᴏᴏᴛʜ ɴᴀʜɪ (ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ)
Sᴀᴡᴀᴀʟ ᴋᴀʀɴᴇ ᴡᴀᴀʟᴇ ʜᴀɪɴ, ᴊᴀᴡᴀʙ ᴅᴇɴᴇ ᴋᴀ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ɴᴀʜɪ

Cʜʜᴏᴅ ᴋᴇ ᴊᴀᴀɴᴀ ʙʜɪ ᴇᴋ ʜᴀɪ ʜᴜɴᴀʀ sᴇ ᴋᴀᴍ ɴᴀʜɪ
Mᴜᴊʜᴇ ᴄʜʜᴏᴅɴᴇ ᴋɪ ᴢɪᴍᴍᴇᴅᴀʀ ᴀʙ ᴡᴏʜ ᴋʜᴜᴅ ᴛʜɪ (ғᴀᴄᴛs)
Mᴜᴊʜᴇ ᴀғsᴏs ɴᴀʜɪ ʜᴀɪ ᴋᴇ ᴡᴏʜ ᴍᴜᴊʜᴇ ᴄʜʜᴏᴅ ɢᴀʏɪ
Aғsᴏs ʏᴇʜ ᴡᴏ ᴍᴜᴊʜᴇ ᴄʜʜᴏᴅ ᴋᴇ ᴋʜᴜsʜ ᴛʜɪ (ᴅᴀᴍɴ)

Jᴀʜᴀɴ ᴛᴜ ʙᴏʟᴇ ᴀʙ, ᴜs ᴊᴀɢᴀʜ sᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʜɪʟᴛᴀ ɴᴀʜɪ ᴛʜᴀ (ɴᴀʜɪ)
Tᴇʀᴀ ᴛᴏʜ ʜᴜᴍsʜᴀᴏ̨ᴀʟ ʙʜɪ sᴀʜɪ sᴇ ᴛᴜᴊʜᴍᴇɪɴ ᴍɪʟᴛᴀ ɴᴀʜɪ ᴛʜᴀ
Mᴀʀɴᴇ sᴇ ᴘᴇʜʟᴇ ᴛᴜᴊʜsᴇ ᴍɪʟɴᴀ ʜᴀɪ ʜᴀʀ sᴏᴏʀᴀᴛ ᴍᴇɪɴ (ʜᴀʀ sᴏᴏʀᴀᴛ ᴍᴇɪɴ)
Aʙ ᴜsᴇʏ sʜɪᴋᴠᴀ ʜᴀɪ ᴋᴇ Tᴀɪᴍᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜᴊʜsᴇ ᴍɪʟᴛᴀ ɴᴀʜɪ ᴛʜᴀ

Cʜᴇᴇʀ ᴅɪʏᴀ ᴍᴜᴊʜᴇ ɪɴʜᴏɴᴇ, ʀᴀᴋʜ ᴅᴏ ɪɴ ᴋʜᴀᴀʟᴏɴ ᴋᴏ
Mᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ʜᴏ ɢᴀʏɪ ᴛᴜᴍʜᴇɪɴ, ᴄʜᴀʟᴏ ᴀʙ ᴍᴜʙᴀʀᴀᴋ ʜᴏ
Aᴜʀ ᴛᴜᴍ ᴋʏᴀ ᴊᴀᴀɴᴏ ᴋᴇ ʏᴇʜ ᴍᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ᴋʏᴀ ʜᴏᴛɪ ʜᴀɪ
(Wʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜɪ?)
Mᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴢ ʜɪ ᴀɪsɪ ᴍɪʟᴛɪ ᴏ̨ɪsᴍᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʟᴏɴ ᴋᴏ (ғᴀᴄᴛs)

Aᴜʀ ᴀɴᴅᴀʀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴀ ᴅɪʏᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴅ ʙᴇʜᴛᴀ ʜᴀɪ
Tᴇʀɪ ʜɪ ɢᴀʟɪ ᴍᴇɪɴ, ᴛᴇʀᴇ ʙᴀɢᴀʟ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴡᴏʜ ʀᴇʜᴛᴀ ʜᴀɪ
Mᴜᴊʜsᴇ ᴘᴏᴏᴄʜᴛᴇ, “Yᴇʜ ᴅᴀʀᴅ ᴋᴀɪsᴇ sᴇʜᴛᴀ ʜᴀɪ?” (Hᴏᴡ?)
Kᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀ ʙᴀʏᴀᴀɴ, Tᴀɪᴍᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀᴀɴᴏ ᴍᴇɪɴ sᴀʙ ᴋᴇʜᴛᴀ ʜᴀɪ

Iɴ ᴀᴀɴsᴜᴏɴ ᴋᴏ ᴋᴀɪsᴇ ʀᴏᴋᴇɪɴ ʜᴜᴍ sᴀʙ? Aᴀɴsᴜ ᴛᴏʜ ʙᴇʜᴛᴀ ʜᴀɪ
Jᴏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴅ ᴘʜɪʀ ᴡᴏʜ ᴡᴀᴘᴀs ᴅᴀʀᴅ ʙʜɪ ʟᴇᴛᴀ ʜᴀɪ
Mᴇʀɪ ʙᴇʙᴀsɪ ᴋᴀ ᴀᴀʟᴀᴍ ʏᴇʜ, ᴅɪɴ ʙʜɪ ɢᴜᴢᴀᴀʀᴜɴ sᴏɢ ᴍᴇɪɴ
Mᴀᴀɴɢᴀ ᴜsɴᴇ ᴋʜᴜʟᴀ ᴀᴜʀ ᴋᴀʜᴀ, “Mɪʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴀʙ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴇɪɴ”
(Dᴀᴍɴ, ᴅᴀᴍɴ)

Aᴀ ᴊᴀʏᴇɴɢᴇ ᴘᴇᴇᴄʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴇ sᴀᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀᴀᴛʜ ᴅʜᴏ ᴋᴇ (ʏᴇᴀʜ-ʏᴇᴀʜ)
Tᴜ ᴋᴏɪ ᴀɴᴏᴋʜᴀ ɴᴀʜɪ, ᴛᴜᴊʜᴇ ʙʜɪ ʜᴏɴɢᴇ ᴅʜᴏᴋᴇ (ʏᴇᴀʜ)
Tᴜ ʙʜɪ ʙᴏʟᴇɢᴀ sᴀʙᴋᴏ ʏᴀᴀʀ ᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴇᴋ ʜᴏᴏɴ (I’ᴍ ғɪɴᴇ, ᴍᴀɴ)
Tᴜ ʙʜɪ ʜᴀsᴇɢᴀ, ᴘʜɪʀ ᴍɪᴛᴀʏᴇɢᴀ ᴀᴀɴsᴜ ʀᴏ ᴋᴇ (ғᴀᴄᴛs)

Aᴜʀ ʜᴜᴍ ᴅᴏ ʟᴇʜʀᴇɪɴ ʜᴀɪɴ ᴊᴏ ᴇᴋ ʜɪ ʙᴀɴ ᴋᴀʀ ʙᴇʜᴛɪ (ᴇᴋ ʜɪ)
Yᴇʜ ʟᴇʜʀᴇɪɴ ᴡᴀғᴀᴅᴀᴀʀ ʜᴀɪɴ, ʏᴇʜ ᴋʜᴜᴅ sᴇ ɴᴀʜɪ ᴋᴇʜᴛɪ
Mᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ʟᴇʜʀᴏɴ ᴋᴇ ᴋɪɴᴀᴀʀᴇ ʜɪ ʙᴀɪᴛʜ ᴋᴇ ʟɪᴋʜ ʀᴀʜᴀ ɢᴇᴇᴛ (ɢᴇᴇᴛ)
Wᴏʜ ᴅᴏɴᴏ ʟᴇʜʀᴇɪɴ ᴍɪʟᴇɪɴ, ʟᴇᴋᴇ ʙᴀɪᴛʜᴀ ʏᴇʜ ᴜᴍᴍᴇᴇᴅ (ʏᴇᴀʜ)

Aᴜʀ ʜᴏɢɪ ᴍᴇʀɪ ᴊᴇᴇᴛ ᴊᴀʙ ʟᴇʜʀᴇɪɴ ᴍɪʟᴇɪɴ ᴅᴏʙᴀʀᴀ (ᴅᴏʙᴀʀᴀ)
Lᴇʜʀᴏɴ ɴᴇ ᴋɪʏᴀ sʜᴏʀ, ᴛᴇʀᴀ ɴᴀᴀᴍ ᴊᴏ ᴘᴜᴋᴀʀᴀ (ʏᴇᴀʜ-ʏᴇᴀʜ)
Is ᴅᴀʀɪʏᴀ ᴋᴀ ᴋᴏɪ ᴢᴀʀɪʏᴀ ɴᴀʜɪ ʜᴀɪ, ᴅᴀʀɪʏᴀ sᴇᴇᴅʜᴀ ᴊᴀᴀᴛᴀ ʜᴀɪ (ғᴀᴄᴛs)
Tᴀɪᴍᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪᴛɴᴀ ʙᴜʀᴀ ʜᴀɪ, ᴡᴏʜ ɢᴀᴀɴᴇ ʙʜɪ ᴛᴏʜ ɢᴀᴀᴛᴀ ʜᴀɪ

Wᴀᴏ̨ᴛ ɢᴜᴢᴀʀᴛᴀ ɢᴀʏᴀ, ᴢɪɴᴅᴀɢɪ ᴇᴋ ᴅᴀᴜᴅ ʜᴀɪ
Hᴀʀ ᴏ̨ɪsᴀᴍ ᴋᴇ ɢʜᴀᴍ ᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴘᴀʀ ᴛᴇʀᴀ ɢʜᴀᴍ ᴋᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴜʀ ʜᴀɪ
Wᴏʜ ᴀᴀɴᴋʜᴇɪɴ ᴊᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴇ sɪᴠᴀ ᴋɪsɪ ᴋᴏ ᴅᴇᴋʜᴇɪɴ ɴᴀ (ᴋɪsɪ ᴋᴏ)
Pᴀʀ ᴜɴɴ ᴀᴀɴᴋʜᴏɴ ᴋᴀ ᴀsᴀʟ ʜᴀᴏ̨ᴅᴀᴀʀ ᴋᴏɪ ᴀᴜʀ ʜᴀɪ (ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴍᴀɴ)

Sʜᴇʜᴇʀ-ᴇ-ᴅɪʟ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴋᴀᴍᴀᴛᴀ ᴋᴀɪsᴇ ᴘᴀɪsᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ?
Wᴏʜ ᴏ̨ᴇᴇᴍᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴛɪ ᴍᴇʀɪ, ᴀᴜʀ ᴛᴀɴᴋʜᴡᴀᴀʜ ᴋᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴜʀ ʜᴀɪ (ᴅᴀᴍɴ)
Tᴜᴊʜᴇ ᴅʜᴏᴏɴᴅʜɴᴇ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴢɪɴᴅᴀɢɪ ᴋᴀʀ ᴅɪ ʜᴀɪ ʙᴀsᴀʀ
Mᴇʀɪ ᴛᴀʟᴀᴀsʜ ᴛᴜ, ᴛᴇʀɪ ᴛᴀʟᴀᴀsʜ ᴋᴏɪ ᴀᴜʀ ʜᴀɪ (ғᴀᴄᴛs)

Pᴏᴏʀɪ ʀᴀᴀᴛ ᴍᴜᴊʜsᴇ ʙᴀᴀᴛᴇɪɴ ᴋᴀʀᴋᴇ ᴄʟᴀss ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴡᴏʜ sᴏ ɢᴀʏɪ ᴛʜɪ (sʜᴇ sʟᴇᴘᴛ)
Uᴛʜᴀ ᴅɪʏᴀ ᴛʜᴀ, ʙᴀs ʏᴇʜ ɢʜᴀʟᴛɪ ᴍᴜᴊʜsᴇ ʜᴏ ɢᴀʏɪ ᴛʜɪ
Mᴜᴊʜᴇ ʏᴀᴀᴅ ʜᴀɪ ᴇᴋ ᴅɪɴ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴍᴀɪɴ ɢɪʀ ɢᴀʏᴀ ᴛʜᴀ
Eᴋ ᴍᴀᴀᴍᴜʟɪ sɪ ᴄʜᴏᴛ ᴘᴀʀ ᴡᴏʜ ʀᴏ ɢᴀʏɪ ᴛʜɪ (I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ)

Nᴀғʀᴀᴛ ʜᴀɪ ᴜsᴋᴏ ᴍᴜᴊʜsᴇ ᴀᴜʀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴀɴᴇ sᴇ
Sᴏᴄʜᴀ ʙᴀᴄʜᴀ ʟᴜɴɢᴀ ᴍᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ᴀᴘɴɪ ɢᴀᴀɴᴇ ɢᴀᴀɴᴇ sᴇ
Tᴜɴᴇ ᴀᴘɴᴇ ʜᴀᴀᴛʜ sᴇ ʟᴀɢᴀʏᴇ ʜᴀɪɴ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀʜᴀ
Mᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴏᴛᴇɪɴ ʙʜɪ ʟᴀɢᴀɴᴇ ʟᴀɢᴀ ᴛʜᴀ ɪsɪ ʙᴀʜᴀᴀɴᴇ sᴇ (ᴅᴀᴍɴ)

Lᴀɢᴛᴀ ᴀɪsᴇ ᴊᴀɪsᴇ ʀᴀᴀᴛ-ʙʜᴀʀ ᴡᴏʜ sᴏᴛɪ ɴᴀʜɪ ʜᴀɪ (ɴᴀʜɪ)
Mᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ʜᴀʀ ᴋɪsɪ ᴋᴏ ʜᴀʀ ᴋɪsɪ sᴇ ʜᴏᴛɪ ɴᴀʜɪ ʜᴀɪ
Mᴜᴅ ᴋᴇ ʙʜɪ ɴᴀʜɪ ᴅᴇᴋʜᴀ ᴊᴀʙ ɢᴀʏɪ ᴛᴜ ᴅɪʟ ʏᴇʜ ᴛᴏᴅᴋᴀʀ
Kᴀᴍᴀɴᴇ ᴊᴀᴀᴛᴀ ʜᴏᴏɴ ᴀᴀʀᴀᴀᴍ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴀᴀʀᴀᴀᴍ ᴄʜʜᴏᴅ ᴋᴀʀ

Yᴇʜ ᴅᴀᴀsᴛᴀᴀɴ sᴜɴᴀ ʀᴀʜᴀ ʜᴏᴏɴ sᴀᴀʟɢɪʀᴀʜ ᴋᴇ ᴅɪɴ
Aᴀᴊ ᴛᴇʀɪ sᴀᴀʟɢɪʀᴀʜ ʜᴀɪ ɴᴀ? Tᴏʜ ᴛᴜ ᴀᴀ ᴋᴇ ᴍᴜᴊʜsᴇ ᴍɪʟ
Hᴀᴘᴘʏ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀᴀᴊ ᴛᴜᴍ ᴋʜᴜsʜɪʏᴀɴ ᴍᴀɴᴀᴀᴏ
Kɪᴛɴᴇ ᴅᴏsᴛ ʙᴀɴ ɢᴀʏᴇ ʜᴀɪɴ ᴜsᴋᴇ ᴍᴜᴊʜᴇ ɴᴀʜɪ ʙᴀᴛᴀᴏ

Mᴀᴢᴀ ᴀᴀᴛᴀ ᴛʜᴀ ᴊᴇᴇɴᴇ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴊᴀʙ ᴛᴜᴍ ᴛʜɪ ᴍᴇʀᴇ sᴀᴀᴛʜ
Aɢᴀʀ ʏᴇʜ sᴜɴ ʀᴀʜɪ ʜᴏ ᴛᴜᴍ ᴛᴏʜ ᴊᴀᴀɴ ʟᴏ ʏᴇʜ ʙᴀᴀᴛ
Tᴇʀɪ ʏᴀᴀᴅ ᴍᴜᴊʜᴇ ᴀᴀᴛɪ ᴛᴏʜ ᴋʜᴀᴛᴀᴋ ᴅᴇᴛᴀ ʜᴏᴏɴ ғᴀᴜʀᴀɴ
Aᴜʀ ᴀᴀᴊ sᴀᴀʟɢɪʀᴀʜ ʜᴀɪ ᴛᴇʀɪ, ʏᴀᴀᴅᴇɪɴ ᴀᴀɴᴇ ᴅᴏᴏɴɢᴀ ᴀᴀᴊ

Hᴀᴘᴘʏ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ

Credits

Performer(s):
Writer(s):
Taimour Baig
Genre(s):
Release Date:
January 22, 2022

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