aakhir yeh to hona thaa yeh dil kho gaya
yeh to khona thaa humne socha hi nahin
phir bhi haath ki lakeeren jud gayi
yeh dil jaane naa hoo kuch bhi jaane naa
yeh dil jaane naa hoo kuch bhi jaane naa

aakhir yeh to hona thaa yeh dil kho gaya
yeh to khona thaa humne socha hi nahin
phir bhi haath ki lakeeren jud gayi
yeh dil jaane naa hoo kuch bhi jaane naa
yeh dil jaane naa hoo kuch bhi jaane naa

pehle bhi to dekhti thi tujhko ye nigaahe
par aaj kyun ye pehle se bhi jyda tujhko chahein
tujhko pataa hai kya tu hi bataa dena
mera dil teri aur mar gaya kyun aise
teri dhadkano mein rehna chahta hoon jaise
dil ko kyaa hua kya pataa hoo

chhodo sawaalo ko abhi
suno khamoshiyaan jo lamho ne kahin
yeh dil jaane naa oo yeh dil jaane naa oo
kuchh bhi jaane naa kuchh bhi jaane naa

yeh dil jaane naa oo yeh dil jaane naa oo
kuchh bhi jaane naa kuchh bhi jaane naa
aakhir yeh to hona thaa yeh dil kho gaya
yeh to khona thaa humne socha hi nahin
phir bhi haath ki lakeeren jud gayi hoo

yeh dil jaane naa hoo kuch bhi jaane naa
yeh dil jaane naa hoo kuch bhi jaane naa.

The heart was always destined to be lost,
a falling away we never truly cost.
Thought never sowed, yet fate's threads aligned,
our palms entwined, a truth we couldn't bind.
This heart knows not, though all it knows is you,
this heart knows not, a love both fresh and new.

The heart was always destined to be lost,
a falling away we never truly cost.
Thought never sowed, yet fate's threads aligned,
our palms entwined, a truth we couldn't bind.
This heart knows not, though all it knows is you,
this heart knows not, a love both fresh and new.

Before, my eyes had gazed upon your face,
but now, a deeper yearning finds its place.
Do you perceive? Can you unravel this?
Why does my heart now turn to your soft kiss?
To dwell within the cadence of your soul,
a rhythm of two hearts, making us whole.
What ails the heart? What mystery concealed?

Forget these questions, listen to the hush,
the silent language of the passing rush.
This heart knows not, though all it knows is you,
this heart knows not, a love both fresh and new.
The heart was always destined to be lost,
a falling away we never truly cost.
Thought never sowed, yet fate's threads aligned,
our palms entwined, a truth we couldn't bind.
This heart knows not, though all it knows is you,
this heart knows not, a love both fresh and new.