Ek Tukda KARZ

Hello , Dosto...
Ek baat Hai..agar aap kisi karz Mey Hai, ab Woh karz chahey jis Roop me ho ,  lekin yeh karz  aksr hme satata Hai , thoda preshan Karta Hai , aur apno se dur le jaata Hai...
Yun toh anek log jitey Hai , aisi hi Kisi kashmakash me , or khud ko bhul jaatey ... dartey Hai khudsey , par Naa Jaaney kyu Auro ko dratey Hai..
Khud ko Iski bedio me kar kaid , mujrim sey ban jaatey Hai..
Samjhna kuchh nhi chahtey , fir bhi sabko samjhatey Hai...

Aisi hi ek kahaani Hai , jisme Ek alter Ishq bstaa Hai...

Toh Aayie Iss kahaani ki baat krtey Hai...

Dur Ek Gaon me , Nadio , Pahado Aur khubsuat harey kheto , ke bich ek Ishq basaa thaa ,
Jahaa subah ki taan Aur shyaam ki Ajaan ko waqt man jeet leti hai..
Ugatey Suraj Aur Nikalte Chaand me basti Zindagi jahaa, jahaa bahot khubsurt lagti Hai..
Logo ke bich ki muskuraaht , ney bhi iss Gaon ko ek manmohak Roop Diya Hai...
Or Inn Sankey bichh Woh bhi thi Jo , Iss khubsurti ko Aur haseen bnaaney me lgi Hai..
Jo
Thodi natakht , todhi chulbuli thi..
Par Dil ki , bahot bhali thi...
Roop aisa ki Kisi ko bhi , ussey pyaar ho jaaye...
Aur asal maayeno Mey , Usko ho gya , yeh Ishq ..
Woh bhi ussey
Jo inn  haseen wadiyo me,  rahakar bhi, inn khubsurt waadio or inmey rehtey logo Ka nhi hai ..., Khair...
Safar kaa paymaanaa thoda badta Hai..
Aur Inn dono kaa Dil,  Thoda Aur pighlta Hai..
Khyaawb Or khwahisho key panno ki kitaab, ban chuki thi,
Par Naa Jaaney kyu, Yeh Zindagi Unki wahi Ruki thi...
Ishq ke Saath hi Saath  , pareshanio ki ek Potli bhi thi, jismey saari baate chhipi Hai..
Potli khuli toh , thodi Aur Uljh si gayi Zindagi..,
Uski pehli hi khwahish me, simat si gayi Zindagi..
Shabdo Ka pitara khulaa toh.. baat,  ek Karz par aa tiki.... Wese toh
Iss Karz Ka koi mol nhi tha , shyad isilye Anmol tha..,
Par kuchh bhi kaho..,
Ishq ke panno me,  yeh pannaa... bhi kaafi ahem tha..., Kukyi
Jinhoney paala mujhe itney Saal sey, unsey gadaari kese kartey..
Nazro ko.. Kar band , kinki pehredaari kaise kartey...
Baanho ko khol , Jo Swaagat kartey Hai aaj tak Mera...
Unki baanho ko chhod , hum Nadaani kaise kartey ...,
Par Ishq me uljhe hum, uski pehli hi khwahish me fasey the...,
Aur Ek Baar firsey chuppi lagaaye wahi khadey the...,
Aankho namm thi , par usiko Dekh rhi thi.,
Unsey bhi, dhyaan sey Dekha hmey..
Fir Dhirey sey aankho ko upar Kar , uss asmaan ko nihaarney lgaa..
Hum bhi uski niraash aankhey,  Dekh sab samjh gye they..
Ab, Jahaa Zindagi Har mod par , khud ko naap-taul Kar chalti Hai... wahaa khawahise, sabki puri nhi hoti.... Aur naajaane konsa karz hota Hai ,
Jo rok deta hamey, karch hone sey..., Shayd
Hum Iss Ek tukdey karz ko samjh gye they.... isilye kuchh Anjaan sey khadey the...

Maasoom Si Zidd ....

Raat key samay taaro Ney , ek kaaley chaadar par , khud ko piro Kar , Roshani Dena shuru Kar Diya thaa.. Lekin
Chaand kaa , abhi aakar , uss kaaley chaadar par chhanaa baaki thaa..
Nazrey uss chaand ko Dekh , Uskey roop ko chhuna chaahti thi...
Itney Mey chaand Ney dastak dikhayai..
Aur , taaro ki himmat badhaayi...
Aur Dharti par Roshani failayi...
Iss pyaar bhari Roshani sey Dharti bhi muskuraayi...
Aur Woh , Ab bhi...Chhat ke koney par bethaa..,
Apney chaand ke intejaar Mey,  mobile liye..,
Iss chaand ke , aaspaas key taaro ko Dekh Rha tha..
Aur iskey, sath hi sath ...
Chhat key uss kono par Beth Kar ,woh mn hi mn , Naa jaaney konse saheen khwaab , jee rha tha...
Waqt kaa silslaa , yunn hi uski Soch ke Saath badta gya.. Aur Woh,  thoda wyaakul saa ho uthaa..
Usney fir , kayi Baar ,
Apney phone sey uskey phone ki ghanti bajaayi...
Par har baar nirasha hi haath aayi...
Waqt kaa bitnaa Aur Uskey phone kaa Naa Uthnaa,
Dono hi usey maayus Kar rhe the .. Aur Kahi naa Kahi ....
Uskey dimaag sey khel , usko kathor Kar rhe the... Asar bhi jald hi dikhaa..
Jb , Usney zidd ki raah apnaayi..
Aur khud sey , kuchh yunn kahaa..,

Intezar Mey jalnaa kya,
Mey ussey baat Karna chhor dungaa.
Naa Uthaungaa phone, Naa karungaa,
Arey., Mey to ussey milnaa chhor dungaa.

Itna keh Kar , Woh uss chhat ke kone sey uthta Hai .. Aur Do hee kadam chalta Hai...
Ki itney mey , uska woh maayuss saa phone, Bajta Hai...
Mobile Mey uska Number dekh , Uska mn bhi pighlta Hai..
Fir kyaa , kuchh hi Palo Mey
Uss maasoom sey zidd kaa,
janaajaa uthta Hai..
Aur kadmo ko pichhey Kar , Woh Chhat kaa wahi konaa pakdta Hai....

Bus Ki Ek Seat....

Subah kaa Suraj , shyaam me dhal rha tha..
Mausam bhi apna mizzaj badal,
Toofan ko invitation card, dey chukaa tha...
Or issi mausam ke drmayaan,
Mey Apni bus kaa intezar Kar rha tha..
Thodi Der bitey hi they , key intezar khatm hota Hai ..
Bus nazar aati hai, par mn baichen hota Hai.. Karan sirf itna... ki..
Bus me bhid bahot thi..
hum thakey bhi bahot they..
Or seat ki ummid bhi nhi thi...
Mausam ke halaat badlte Dekh ..
bus ko pakdna hi munasib samjha...
Bus me , shaamil hotey hi..
Samundar ki pahli Lehar se, takraaye hum..
Or pehli Lehar ke sath hi , khuchh kadam hi aagey badh paaye hum.. ab kyuki lehro Ka silsilaa jaari rha..
Toh hmney bhi Puri koshish Kar, Ek kinara pakd hi liya...
Or bolaa aaney do ab, inn  sheitaan lehro ko... hum to bs yehi jame rhenge..,
Itne mey jis seat ki Rod humey pakdi thi ..
Uss seat par baitha bandaa , thodi haraart dikhata hai..
Thoda saa hilta Aur humsey puchhta hai..
Bhai kyaa yehi Ram Nagar kaa stop hai..?
Uskey itna puchhte hi , Dil naach uthtaa..
Aur hmney muskuraatey huye kahaa...
Ji  ji.. bus agla hi stop hai..
Itna suntey hi , chaar nazro Ney bhi uss seat par nazre gadaai..
Maano Saawan ke jhulo Mey , patjhad Ney le li ho angdaai...
Lekin uss seat ki Rod ko pakdey hum , maano Sher ki tarh daad rhe they....
Pura kabjaa kiye huye , bs mauke ko ,
Nihaar rhe they....
Itne me parinda udaa , aur humey cheel si tezi dikhaatey huye uss seat ko lapk liyaa..
Fir Baith kr ,ek lambi saans li...
Aur Unn chaar Nazro sey , Nazrey Churaayi...
Itney Mey mausam Puri, Angdaai le chuka tha..
Baarish ki bundo sang ,  Mausam, behad khushnumaa ho gya tha..
Safar thoda lammba tha..
Isliye Hume iss, Ek Seat kaa matabl pta tha...

Kyaa apke Saath aisa hua Hai.. comments box me btaye...

Mera Pehlaa Din....

Jab usski Aankhein itney pyaar se,  mujhe Dekh rhi hongi...
Kar Rahi hongi hazaaro baat , or mujhse kehh rhi hongi...
Tujhe ab raahat toh hain..?
Koshish bahot ki hogi,  uss din kehney ki...
Lekin kuchh bhi kehna mushkil tha..
Jubaan bahot nazuk thi , Aur bs Hosh hi toh  tha...

Umido sey bhari baato key baad, jannat sey milaya gya..
Jab mujhe, Maa key God me sulaaya gyaa..
Sukun itna ki , aakho ke Moti , achank muskuraaht me badal gyey...
Raah ke kankad , naa jaaney kab ,
Phoolo me badal gyey..

Ek Aur khubsurt Ishq , Nihaar rha thaa ,
Baichaino ko smet, Idhr-Udhr baag rha tha...
Aur jab uski nigaah mujhe takraayi..
Meri palko ne bhi aahat dekhaayi...
Uskey Aankho me pyaar itna tha ki ...
Jannat ko ek Baar chhor, Uss Pitaa ke siney se lagney ko thaa...

Par Woh gambir they, kuchh Soch rhey they..
Apni hi uljhno me uljhey.., Maa se kuchh bol rhey they..
Wese toh bahot strong they , bas mujhe uthaney se Dar rhey  they .
Kahi kuchh ho naa jaaye mujhe , Iss baat ki fikar Kar rhe they ...

Unhoney koshish ki , Aur Dhirey se haatho
Ko MERI Or bdhaayaa..,
Fir Mujhe Utha ,apney dilsey se lgayaa...
Dhadkney itni tez thi ,ki...Mey ghabrayaa...
Kahiin kho naa du inkey, Ishq ko...
Isliye Motio ko bahaanaa bnaa , Maa ki God me samaayaa....
Pitaa ki uljhne ,ab suljhne lagi thi...
Maa ke Saath milkar , bahot sii mithi Baatey karney lagi thi...

Khushiyaa Itni thi , Ki Palko Ney,  

Nazrey jhukaai Aur thodi si lee angdaayi...
Tabhi Maa sab samjh gayi...
Pitaa ko rok , mujhko Mithi si thapki dekr sulaayi..
Pitaa Ney bhi , Maa ki baato me sehmati dikhai ...
Aur merey Maathey ko chum...
Kuchh pal ke liye ,Di bidaayi....

Dosto , Iss dharti par ishawar , kewal do hi roop me Hai ... Mata  Aur  Pitaa...
Or yeh hi Ishq , sabsey khubsurt Hai...

Uski Jeb Aur Woh Duriyaan....

Yunn toh anaik Ishq bastey Hai... hamarey darmayaan... ,
Par kuchh Ishq Hai ,
Joh.., Rehtey toh har waqt dilo Mey Hai,
Bas, Milne ko tarstey Hai...
Or Iss tarh key Ishq mey ehsaas bstaa , Aur yehi ehsaas , 

Iss khubsurt ishq ko , mithaas ko barkaraar rkhta Hai...

Kuchh aisi hi kahaani Hai, aaj ki..
Jahaan ishq toh beshumaar Hai , par inkaa mil pana mushkil Hai...
Or jab Baat ek shehar sey, dusre shehar key Ishq ki ho,  

Toh kasoorurwaar inn nazro ko hi thehraaya jata Hai,
Jo Apne shehar ko bhul, dusre shehar key Ishq mey kho jaatey Hai.. 

Khair.... hum chup chaap ..,Kahaani par aatey Hai....Toh,

Uska Iss tez daudti duniya me, mujhse takraana , 

Aur ussi pal ,  saari kaaynaat Ka  Ruk jaana.... 

Jubaan ko khbol, Baato Ka silsila, dhire dhire aage badnaa..,,
fir ,baato kaa Aakar "Do shehar ki Durio par, Ruk jaanaa" , 

ab ishq Baato sey behad khubsurt lag rha tha.., 

Toh , Duri ki baat par , uss waqt dhyaan nhi gya, Aur baato ka silsila aage badhta gya.....
Ab uski baatey sunn , yeh Dil kya smjhane lgaa ,
Yehi Hai , Woh , hmsey btaakar , hami ko sataaney lgaa...
Itni hi Der mey, Woh humsey pichha chhudaney lgaa... 

Baat bs itni si thi , usko ghar jaakar, hmaarey sapno me kho janaa tha...
Par jaatey jaatey woh apna number de gya..,

Uski Baato kaa jaadu dil par, khuchhiss kadar chhaya tha, 

Key khwahisho Ka Jhola , ab bharney ko aaya tha..,
Tamanna ab unko chhukar ,muskuraaney  thi...,
lekin unn durion ko bhi toh humaarey khwahisho par julm dhana tha... 

Jispr hmaara dhyaan , uss waqt nahi gyaa... Jis waqt hmey, sab samjh jaana tha...
Ab, Inn haatho ko , Jeb tak jaana tha... Or dimaag ko kuchhh hisaab lgaana tha....
Jaisey hi Haatho Ney, Jeb ko chhuaa, dimaagi hisaab bigad gyaa..
Fir kya tha , Dil ko samjhaa , durio kaa matlab ... 

Uskey mithey ehsaaas me doob jaana tha...

Apko kya lgti Hai .. Iss Alter Ishq ki wajah.. , Uskey jeb se dimaagi hisaab bigad jaana ...

Yaa fir Woh duriya jispar, uska dhyaan nhi gyaa...

70 Saalo Waala Ishq.. "KAASH."..

Iss lambey waqt me bhi , Iss behtreen ishq ko,  Sukoon naa Mila....
Kabhi Dil ko raahat... toh, Kabhi chahre par Noor naa Mila...
Yunn tohh ishq Karte Hai hum , iskey jism ke, har hissey ko.,.
Par aaj tak iss Jism ko, mukamal Rooh naa Mila...
Baat kare iss ishq ki khubsurti key baarey Mey ,
Toh yakeenan bahot Kuch, btana chhut Jayegaa....
kabhi ,Iske god me basnaa , toh kabhi gale lgaana chhut jaayega...
Wese to yhaan , hwaaye baat kiya krti Hai Sabse..., , 

Par yakeen maano unn jharno Ka , Gungunaana chhut jaayegaa..
Pahaado par chalnaa , toh gehraayio me jaana chhut jaayega  ..
Bahot khubsurt Hai, IsKa har hissa ..
key Iskey Yaad  me , bahot kuchh btanaa chhut jaayega...

Lekin, aaj bhi Iske God me rhne sey , darta Hai har Dil , 

Yeh janta Hai Iske har ek viraane ko, iskey jakhmo ke thikaaney ko.. 

Woh kehtey Hai Naa....
Yuhin Nahi khubsurti ko bchaa ke rakhna hota hai, 

Kai Gidd hote Hai , Isey Noch khaney ko..

Hmesha jawaan rahne wala yeh ishq... 

Naa jaane kyu,  ab jhukney lgaa Hai,
70 Ka Huya Hai isliye , yaa apno ney hi , issey dasney lgaa Hai...
Lekin sach hai...
Jitni Baar yeh chehra hassa Nahi , ussey jayda royaa Hai..,
Bhar pet khane ke baad bhi,  yeh bhukhey pet soyaa Hai...
Wese toh....
Zindagi ka har rang isney , behad saadgi se jiyaa Hai,
Par sach Hai...
Ishq ke Laal Rang se hi, Isney khud ko bhigoyaa Hai...

Yunn toh itnaa faila Hai ISHQ , iski baaho mey, 

Ki ...ISHQ Karna hi, khauf ban gya Gaya Hai...
Aur ab toh , bnd lifaafey se niklta.. har Panna, 

Mithi Maut ban gyaa Hai..,

Or agar yunhi Chalaa , yeh silsila...., , 

Toh ek Din.. 

Nadiyaa behna , whaa kehnaa aur Suraj yahaan par Dhalna chhor degaa.. 
Yeh khubsurt Dil, Dhadknaa chhor degaa...

Ek Bachchapan Aur Afreen Ishq...

Baat Bachchapan ki hoto, kuchh behtreen yaadein kaid, kr leti Hai, 
Hamare rooh se Judey, iss jism ko... 
Or..Mnn maano sirf or sirf mishri chahtaa ho... kadwaahat nhi..
Mano jaise Chahta ho Ussi pal ko waaps jinaa.... jisse Woh chhor Aaya Hai...
Jaise....
Maa Baap ki thapki , or bazaar kaa kaam krna..,
School naa jaane par, Papa ke promise or maa ki fatkaar sunna...
Uss Tiffin key khane ko, aaj puraa khaane kaa mnn krta Hai... Jo aksr hmare bag me reh jaati thi...
Glio me sharaart or padosio ki baat karnaa.,
Mohle ke dosto , ke bich , thoda hi Sahi,  par ustaad bnnaa...
Kisi ko hasana, toh Kisi ko rota Dekh rafuu chakr  ho jaana...
Bachapan ki iss khubsurt potli ko agar khole hum toh khud simat jaayeinge iski baanho mey..
Ban jaayeinge iska Woh hissa,  Jise yeh Dil aksr jina Chahta Hai...
Toh Aayie..,  Hum or Aap., Iss Afreen Ishq ko kuchh or karib se dekhte Hai....
"
"Ek bachpan ka jamana tha...
Jo khushiyo ka khazana tha...
Chahat Chaand ko paaney ki thi..
Par yeh Dil bhi titli ka Diwana tha..
Naa Toh khabar thi kuch Subah ki...
Naa hi Shaam ka thikana tha..
Thak-haar ke aana, school se..
Fir usi waqt khelne bhi jana tha...
Dadi ki kahani bhi thi...
Or yeh Dil Unn Pariyo ka diwana tha...
Baarish mey, kaghaz ki kashti bhi thi...
Aur Janhaaz Ka karobaar purnaa tha...
Har khel me Saathi bhi the...
Or Har Rishta nibhana tha...
Ghmo ka zubaan bhi naa thi....
Naahi unn zakhmo ka paimana tha..
Rone ki wajah bhi thi..
Or Hasne-Hasaane kaa bhanaa tha...
Masumiyat bhi aisi , jiska har shksh
Diwana tha...
Yeh kahaan aa gaye hum...
Are dosto , sach kahu to...
"wo bachpan kaa mausam hi suhaana
tha".........

Iss Alter ISHQ ki Yaade bahot khubsurt hoti Hai.. Aapki bhi hongi ....
To aap BHI Apna, Bachchapan ka koi ek khissa share karey...

Or iss haseen suggestion ke liye , ek behtreen Insaan kaa Dil se shukriya..
Jiska Naam Hai " Riya "....

Ek shart or Mera Haar Jana.....

Yeh wahi waqt tha, jiska hum or aap yakeenan intezar krte Hai... Takriban har koi iska thoda hi Sahi par aashiq jarur Hai..
Yeh waqt Hai hi aisa , ki aapke naa chahte huye bhi , aapke chahre par muskaan le hi aata Hai, jiska apko aur aapse Jude shksh ko intezar rehta Hai..
Jisme thodi Khushi Hai , toh thoda sukun, kahiin Dooriya Kam hoti Hai , toh koi Khawaab bun rha hota Hai..
Kahi miln hai, toh Kahi takraar , yaa fir koi kisise Milne ko bekraar....
Aisi tamaam chize Jo khubsurt Hai , hoti Hai iss waqt me... Or issi haseen waqt ko hum aur aap "shyaam" Kahte Hai .....

To Aayie alter ishq ki baat Karte hai....Woh shyaam Ka waqt tha , jab Suraj bhi apni duty Puri kr Ghar jaa chuka thaa....
Or Woh Apne dosto ke sath , chai ki dukaan par chai Ka intezar Kar rha tha..
Pakode taiyaar the,  to sab kha rhe the or baate Kar rhe the...
Baato baato me , ek dost ne shart Rakhi , kii Jo chai aakhir me piyegaa ,Woh kal chai or pakode khilaayega..  kii.., tabhi aankho Mey Kajal lgaaye , ek behad hi haseen ladki , uss chaai ki dukaan par aati Hai.., Uske aankho ke kajal se,  uski aankhe behad naseeli nazar aa Rahi thi...
Khubsurti ki baat kya kare hum , aankho ne hi ,, kayaamt dhaayi thi...
Khair Woh  dukaan par aati Hai , or ek pyaala chai kaa mangtwati Hai..
kyuki chai sirf hum dosto ki taiyaar hui thi, toh , usko intezar ko Kaha gya , hme bhi sukun sa ho gya , ab didaar bhi jyada Hoga , par uski baichaini Dekh, hmse rha naa gya..
Aur dukaan daar se apna,  pyaala usko dene ko Kaha...
Usne Jaise hi chai ki pehli ghunt , apne Labbo se li , maano banzr bhumi fir se khil uthi ,
Kuchh aisa hi , haseen mahaul bn gya thaa  hmarey Darmayaan..ki...
Hm khoye se reh gye , or usne chai khatm bhi ki or chali bhi gyi..
Uske jaate hi hme, dost ki shart Ka khyaal Aaya , haar to gye the , lekin kya pahle haarey...yeh Tey Karna mushkil tha...

Aap madad kriyegaa dosto , Iss Alter ISHQ ki kahaani me... Aakhir kya pahle gyaa...
Dost ki shart yaa bandey ka Dil.....

Barish ki Bundey Aur Uska Chala Jaana..

Saawan kaa mahina ho ,  Or  shiv shankar ke dino mey , gangaa jami par naa barsey, aisaa hona mushkil hai ,  Saawan key , iss barstey ISHQ mey , ek ALTER ISHQ chhipa hai .

To Aayie , Uss Alter Ishq ki kahaani ke baare me baat krte Hai... 

Joh iss barstey , Sawan mey shamil thaa....

Yunn, Dopahr Ka waqt or Suraj bhi pure gurur me tha... 

Roshni se dharti chamk Rahi thi Aur hwaa bhi maano Kahi gum si thi ...,
Tabhi achaank baadlo kaa ek jhund,  inn sb par haawi ho jata Hai..,
Kisi Ka gurur khatm , Hwaao ko pta mil jaata Hai..
Dharti ki chamk bhi saanwali ho jaati Hai 

Or Chahrey sey , khubsurat hansii futkar baahr aati Hai...
Jab baarish ki Bundey, iss pyaasi dhra ko chumm, gale sey lagaati Hai....
Tb maano yeh dharti , Bheeg jaati Hai , yeh iske ishq mey , 

Aur isme kho si jaati Hai....
Kabhi isko paas rakh kr ,bahot pyaar se sehlaati Hai .., 

Toh Kabhi iske ishq mey, tut ke bikhar si jaati Hai...
Naa jaaney kyu baarish ke bundo sang , yeh  Deewani ho jaati Hai..

Kuchh aisa hi khubsurt ishq , faila tha merey darmayaan , jise me jee rhaa tha... 

Key , Tabhi baarish ki bundo ke sang,  Uskey kheltey haatho ney , sharaart sii ki.. 

Inn dilksh,  bundo ko,  Apne haatho Mey kaid Kar, Thodi sjaawt sii ki...
Yunn toh Uske haatho kaa,  jaadu kaam kr rha tha , Iss Dil par... 

Lekin Uskey didaar ki izzajt bhi usney dii thi..
Shyad Uske haseen Chehrey ko,  Inn bàarish ki bundo sey, mohabat iss kadar hui thi...

hum usko dekh hi rhey the.... 
Key ,tabhi, baadlo kaa mnn badal gya , or  baarish ki bundo,  ko smet 

Woh dusre mulkk Nikal gya... 

Uske jaate hi, Dharti Ka Ishq niraash , Aur humara ishq hataash ho gya..
Kyuki bàarish ki bundo sang, Woh bhi naa jaane Kaha chalaa gya....

Subah Ki Chai Or Woh Ishq..

Raat ki chaadar ko , jab pehli Kiran halke se hataati Hai.. Samjh jaati Hai, yeh Aankhein ,iss subah ki saraart ko, tabhi toh , thodey nakhre  dikhaati Hai ...
Subah ki pehli angdaayi Lene ke baad, yeh Aankhein , Chhat ki khubsurt god-me, Chai  Ko Apne Karib Paati Hai... Samne Rakhi chair kareeb bulati Hai , or haato ko ishaara Kar , Woh Chai kaa Cup uthwaati Hai.. Chai ki pehli kashh Labbo se , Lene ke pahle , uski mithaas , dimaagi bhramd Kar aati Hai... 

Aur jab iss Chai ki cup kaa , Milan inn Labbo se hota Hai .. toh maano ,subah kaa yeh meetha saa ishq Shyam ko,  fir iss haseen ishq me dubney ko taiyaar hota Hai...

Lekin ek ishq Aur Hai,  Jo iss Chhat ke pahle ishq ko , Behad Khubsurat banaata Hai.. Woh saamney ki Chhat par , har subah iss Chai ke waqt hi aati Hai...
Nazre aksar nihaarti Hai use,  par woh Hai , apni hi dhun me gungaata Hai...
Mana Uske hamaare darmayaan , Duri thodi jyada Hai... Par Uske haseen chehrein kaa , yeh Chai pahla diwana Hai...
Jo masumiyat se intezar katra Hai , subah ka ,aur Chhat ke uss koney par jaakr, khatm ho Jata Hai ..
Jahaan se uskaa haseen chehra , behad hi khubsurt nazar Aata Hai....