kuchh khas hai kuchh paas hai
kuchh ajnabi ehsas hai
kuchh khas hai kuchh paas hai
kuchh ajnabi ehsas hai
kuchh duriya najdikiya
kuchh hans padi tanhayiya
kya ye khumar hai, kya aitbar hai
shayad ye pyar hai, pyar hai shayad
kya yeh bahar hai, kya intjaar hai
shayad ye pyaar hai, pyar hai shayad

kuchh khas hai kuchh paas hai
kuchh ajnabi ehsas hai
kuchh duriya najdikiya
kuchh hans padi tanhayiya
kya ye khumar hai, kya aitbar hai
shayad ye pyar hai, pyar hai shayad
kya yeh bahar hai, kya intjaar hai
shayad ye pyaar hai, pyar hai shayad

kuchh saans hai jaage se jo the soye
alfaaz hai chup se nashe me khoye
nazar hi samjhe ye guftgu saari
koyi aarju ne hai angadayi li pyari
kya ye khumar hai, kya aitbar hai
shayad ye pyar hai, pyar hai shayad
na inkar hai, na ikrar hai
shayad ye pyar hai, pyar hai shayad

kahna hi kya tera dakhal na koyi
dil ko dikha dil ki shakal ka koyi
dil se bhi meri ik shart ye aisi
lage jeet si mujhko ye haar hai kaisi
kyu ye pukar hai, kyu bekarar hai
shayad ye pyar hai, pyar hai shayad
jadu sawar hai, na ikhtiyar hai
shayad ye pyar hai, pyar hai shayad
pyar hai shayad
kuchh khas hai kuch pas hai
kuchh ajanbi ehsas hai
pyar hai shayad, pyar hai shayad yahi

Something precious, held so near,
A stranger's touch, a whispered fear.
Something precious, held so near,
A stranger's touch, a whispered tear.
Some distance, then a coming close,
The loneliness, it starts to dose.
Is this the haze, a trust unclear?
Perhaps this love, this love is here.
Is this the spring, the waiting plea?
Perhaps this love, for you and me.

Something precious, held so near,
A stranger's touch, a whispered fear.
Some distance, then a coming close,
The loneliness, it starts to dose.
Is this the haze, a trust unclear?
Perhaps this love, this love is here.
Is this the spring, the waiting plea?
Perhaps this love, for you and me.

A breath that wakes from slumber deep,
Words unspoken, secrets keep.
The gaze alone, the language true,
A longing wakes, in colors new.
Is this the haze, a trust unclear?
Perhaps this love, this love is here.
Is this the spring, the waiting plea?
Perhaps this love, for you and me.

No word you speak, no claim you make,
The heart reveals, for goodness sake.
My heart, it sets one final test,
A victory feels like unrest.
Is this the call, the restless sigh?
Perhaps this love, and you and I.
A magic spell, no power to cease,
Perhaps this love, and inner peace.
Perhaps this love.
Something precious, held so near,
A stranger's touch, a whispered fear.
Perhaps this love, perhaps it's here.