kaisi khudaayi teri tune hi banayi rabba
kaahe ko banaya tune ishq

bezubaan zubaan ki bhaasha, kaise koi samjhe bata ja
kaahe ko banaya tune ishq
aisa kyun hota hai? dil ye kyun rota hai?
jo nahi tha tera, phir kyun uski aas hai

jo nahi tha tera, phir kyun uski aas hai
koi mann mein hansta, koi mann hi maan hai rota
koi mann mein hi gharonda banaye

kahin chalke khushiyon ke aansun
kahin roye dukh se naina
naina samajh bhi na paaye, baawra

dil parinda, dhoonde aashiyaana
dil parinda, dhoonde aashiyaana
ye na jaane, kahan isko jaana, baawra
aa..aa..naina..

mann mein koi basta, par tujhe na milta
kismaton ka likkha kahan, hai kisi ko dikhta
mann mein koi basta, par tujhe na milta
kismaton ka likkha kahan, hai kisi ko dikhta

ghum ki hai saheli, uljhi ek paheli
ishq pe kisi ka, kahan zor chalta
dil parinda, dhoonde aashiyaana
ye na jaane, kahan isko jaana,

kaisi khudaayi teri, tune hi banayi rabba
kaahe ko banaya tune ishq bezubaan zubaan ki bhaasha,
kaise koi samjhe bata ja kaahe ko banaya tune ishq

dil parinda, dhoonde aashiyaana
ye na jaane, kahan isko jaana,
aisa kyun hota hai? dil ye kyun rota hai?
jo nahi tha tera, phir kyun uski aas hai

dil parinda, dhoonde aashiyaana
ye na jaane, kahan isko jaana, baawra
bezubaan ishq, bezubaan ishq

Whose hand, O Lord, sculpted this world anew?
Why did you weave this love, this ache that bleeds through?
A tongue of silence, a language unseen,
Tell me, how to grasp it, this love in-between?
Why did you weave this love, this ache that bleeds through?

Why does the heart weep, a constant, mournful tide?
Why yearn for a love that’s destined to hide?
A laughter within, a silent tear to pour,
Building castles in minds that forever explore.
Joy spills like wine, a glistening cascade,
While sorrow-filled eyes in darkness are laid.
These eyes, bewildered, can’t fathom the pain,
A heart, a lone bird, seeks a haven in vain.
A heart, a lone bird, seeks a haven to find,
Not knowing its path, lost to space and time.
A heart, a lone bird.

A presence resides, yet unseen, unheard,
The script of fate, for no eye to be stirred.
A presence resides, yet unseen, unheard,
The script of fate, for no eye to be stirred.
Grief is a sister, a riddle so deep,
Love's untamed power, secrets to keep.
A heart, a lone bird, seeks a haven to find,
Not knowing its path, lost to space and time.

Whose hand, O Lord, sculpted this world anew?
Why did you weave this love, this ache that bleeds through?
A tongue of silence, a language unseen,
Tell me, how to grasp it, this love in-between?
Why did you weave this love, this ache that bleeds through?
A heart, a lone bird, seeks a haven to find,
Not knowing its path, lost to space and time.
Why does the heart weep, a constant, mournful tide?
Why yearn for a love that’s destined to hide?
A heart, a lone bird, seeks a haven to find,
Not knowing its path, lost to space and time.
Silent love, silent love.