kabhi neki bhi uske ji me gar aa jaye hai mujhse
kabhi neki bhi uske ji me gar aa jaye hai mujhse
jafaye kar ke apni yad sharma jaye hai mujhse
jafaye kar ke apni yad sharma jaye hai mujhse
khudaya dard bhare dil ki magar tasir ulati hai
khudaya dard bhare dil ki magar tasir ulati hai
magar tasir ulati hai magar tasir ulati hai
ki jitna khichata hun aur khichata jaye hai mujhse
ki jitna khichata hun aur khichata jaye hai mujhse

sambhle se mujhe na ummidi ka kayamat hai
sambhle se mujhe na ummidi ka kayamat hai
ki daman me khyale dag chhuta jaye hai mujhse
ki daman me khyale dag chhuta jaye hai mujhse
kabhi neki bhi uske ji me gar aa jaye hai mujhse

Sometimes, a kindness stirs within her heart,
A fleeting grace, a hesitant, tender start.
Then, cruelty's sharp sting, a memory's sting,
Makes her recall, and shyly, memory sings.

O God, the wounded heart, a paradoxical art,
The more I draw away, the more I'm torn apart.
The more I try to pull, to sever and to flee,
The more I'm drawn, by what she used to be.

From caution's grasp, despair's judgement descends,
The thought of scars, escapes my clinging trends.
Sometimes, a kindness stirs within her heart.