I hope the next one feels like home.

Aaj ek ladke ko samajh aaya...

Ki har rishta sirf mohabbat se nahi chalta,

izzat se bhi chalta hai.

Usne kabhi hisaab nahi rakha.

Apna ego chhoda, waqt diya, care di,

har zimmedari ko apni samajh kar nibhaya.

Har khamoshi ka matlab dhoonda,

har doori ko khud hi kam karne ki koshish ki,

har baar socha...

"Is baar sab theek ho jayega."

Lekin waqt ke saath usse samajh aaya...

Jahan izzat khatam ho jaaye,

wahan mohabbat bhi dheere dheere toot jaati hai.

Itna sab kuch dene ke baad bhi,

uski pehchaan sirf itni reh gayi...

"Bewakoof."

"Chutiya."

Shayad uski galti sirf itni thi...

Ki usne wafadaari ko apni fitrat banaya,

aur kisi ne usse uski kamzori samajh li.

Phir bhi...

Usne mohabbat se umeed chhodna nahi seekha.

Bas itni si dua rakhi...

Kabhi toh koi aisa mile,

jo uske "main hoon na" ki keemat samjhe...

Jo uske efforts ko haq nahi, ehsaas samjhe.

Jo uski loyalty ko kamzori nahi, apni kismat samjhe.

Aur us din...

Usse ye ehsaas hoga...

Ki woh kabhi galat nahi tha...

Bas uski mohabbat galat jagah pahunch gayi thi. ❤️