aise kyu jane jagti
kyun hun main hain kyun hun kahani
kya meri aise kahun jaise main dikhti
hun vaisi nhi kyun hun main kyun hun
kahani kya meri

je milna jhulna sare rishte naate
vani hain je jindgi yaado rango
sapno se bhi aage mujh ko jana hoga
jo bhi soche aisa hota nhi
aise kyu jane jagti
kyun hun main hain kyun hun kahani
aise kyu jane jagti
kyun hun main hain kyun hun kahani

Why does the world perceive,
this form, this fleeting guise?
Who am I, the story I weave?
How to speak the truth that lies,
when I appear not as I seem?
Who am I, what is my dream?

These meetings, partings, ties that bind,
mere echoes of the spoken word.
Life, a tapestry of thought, of kind,
of memories, colors, dreams unheard.
Beyond these veils, I must ascend,
yet thoughts of such, the world will bend.
Why does the world perceive,
this form, this fleeting guise?
Who am I, the story I weave?
Why does the world perceive,
this form, this fleeting guise?
Who am I, the story I weave?