kabhi aisa lagata hai, dil me ik raj hai
jise kehna chahu, par mai keh pau naa
aankho hi aankho me keh jati hai jo ye
khamoshiyo ki ye kaisi juba
maine suna jo naa usane kaha, kya aisa hi hota hai pyar
mere khuda mujhe itna bata, kya aisa hi hota hai pyar

kabhi aisa lagta hai, anjani pyas hai
par simati hoto me woh reh paye naa
kaisa ehsas hai, koyi toh pas hai
ye duriya hain phir kaisi yaha
mehaki lage ye sari fija, kya aisa hi hota hai pyar
mere khuda mujhe itna bata, kya aisa hi hota hai pyar

ye sach hai chahat pe kabhi kisi kaa bhi jor nahi
dilbar ki yado ko bandhe aisi koyi dor nahi
sab kuchh vohi par lagta, naya kya aisa hi hota hai pyar
mere khuda mujhe itna bata, kya aisa bhi hota hai pyar
kabhi aisa lagta hai dil me ik raj hai
jise kehna chahu par mai keh pau naa
aanho hi aankho me keh jati hai
jo ye khamoshiyo ki ye kaisi juba

maine suna jo naa usane kaha
kya aisa hi hota hai pyar mere khuda
mujhe itna bata, kya aisa bhi hota hai pyar
ik pal jo mil jaye phir woh chala jaye dur
kahi duniya me iss dil ke jaisa
koyi majbur nahi maine suna pyar karta jaha
kya aisa hi hota hai pyar
mere khuda mujhe itna bata, kya aisa bhi hota hai pyar

A secret dwells, a whispered plea within,
I long to speak, yet words refuse to spin.
The eyes convey, a language understood,
Of silences that bloom within the wood.
Unspoken words, a silent, tender art,
Is this, my God, the breaking of the heart?
Tell me, my God, is this the truth of love?

A nameless thirst, a longing deep inside,
Confined to lips where secrets softly hide.
A sense of presence, though the world's apart,
A closeness felt, yet aching in the heart.
The fragrant air, a world transformed anew,
Is this, my God, the colors shining through?
Tell me, my God, is this the truth of love?

No force can bind the tides of deep desire,
No chain to hold the embers of the fire.
Though all is known, it feels refreshingly new,
Is this, my God, the path the lovers pursue?
Tell me, my God, is this the touch of love?
A secret dwells, a whispered plea within,
I long to speak, yet words refuse to spin.
The eyes convey, a language understood,
Of silences that bloom within the wood.

Unspoken words, a silent, tender art,
Is this, my God, the breaking of the heart?
Tell me, my God, is this the truth of love?
A fleeting moment, gone before we see,
No heart as bound, no soul as lost as me.
The world, they say, in love's embrace does roam,
Is this, my God, the lover's destined home?
Tell me, my God, is this the truth of love?