Kehte ho tum, tumhare siwa mera koi nahi…
Magar yeh baat sirf tab tak kyun rehti hai, jab tak main tumhare saamne hoon?
Jaise hi door hoti hoon, tumhari nazrein kisi aur ki khubsurti mein kyun ulajh jaati hain?
Kyun tumhe haq hai kisi ko dekhne ka, kisi se baat karne ka…
Aur agar wahi dehleez main paar kar doon, toh main bewafa, bachalan thehra di jaati hoon?
Kyun tum mere jazbaaton se khel sakte ho, aur agar main toot kar sawaal kar doon toh main galat ho jaati hoon?
Kya main tumhare liye kabhi kaafi nahi thi…
Jabki tum mere liye meri duniya the.
Kyun sirf main hi har baar is rishte ko sambhalne ki sochu,
Jab vaade humne saath liye the?
Kyun tumhe mujhme woh sab nazar nahi aata, jo tum duniya mein dhoondte phirte ho?
Shayad mujhe mohabbat ka matlab galat samjhaya gaya tha…
Kyuki agar dil lagana isi ko kehte hain,
Toh mujhe sirf dil nahi chahiye—
Mujhe tumhara waqt chahiye,
Tumhari wafadari chahiye,
Tumhari niyat ki saafgiri chahiye,
Aur tumhari aankhon mein sirf apna aks dekhna chahiye.
Mohabbat sirf “tum meri ho” kehne ka naam nahi,
Mohabbat woh hai jahan kisi aur ko dekhne ki zarurat hi mehsoos na ho…
Jahan ek insaan, ek hi insaan, tumhari poori duniya ban jaaye.
Mujhe aisi mohabbat chahiye… aadhi nahi, poori.