kuch to hoga jo kisi ke dar pe aa jata hun main
kuch to hoga
dekhkar surat kisi ki aur chala jata hun main
aur chala jata hun main
kuch to hoga jo kisi ke dar pe aa jata hun main
kuch to hoga
kya pata wo mujh pe shayad raham karwane lage
raham karwane lage
apna haal dekh ke unko sunata hun main
unko sunata hun main
kuch to hoga jo kisi ke dar pe aa jata hun main
kuch to hoga

mera maksad mangna hai wo wo mujhe kuch de na de
wo mujhe kuch de na de
apna daman unke aage roj failata hun main
roj failata hun main
kuch to hoga jo kisi ke dar pe aa jata hun main
kuch to hoga

mujhse pucho kya maja hai mithi mithi chot mein
mithi mithi chot mein
naumide mein umido ka maja pata hun main
kya kya maja pata hun main
kuch to hoga jo kisi ke dar pe aa jata hun main
kuch to hoga
dekhkar surat kisi ki aur chala jata hun main
aur chala jata hun main
kuch to hoga

A pull, a whisper, draws me to their door,
A knowing deep, I've felt this way before.
Something compels, a force I can't define,
To seek a face, then turn and disengage,
A silent plea that echoes through the mind,
And fades away, upon life's winding stage.

Perhaps a mercy in their gaze I crave,
A tenderness that solace might bestow,
I paint my woes, the burdens that I have,
And pray that seeds of kindness start to grow.

My hunger burns, to beg, to be received,
Though gifts may fail to grace my open hand,
Each day I spread my soul, believing,
In hopes they'll understand.

Oh, ask me of the sweetness of the wound,
The bittersweet delight that pain imparts,
Where bleak despair gives way to hope unbound,
And love is found within the fractured hearts.
I feel this pull, I turn and walk away,
A knowing deep, that binds me to the day.
Something compels.