Ek ladki thi, naam uska Neha,
Sapno mein rehti, baat kare gehra.
Dil uska shisha, par himmat se bhara,
Ek din mila koi… jaise khwabon se chura.
Wo ladka tha shaant, par aankhon mein raaz,
Uski muskaan mein tha ek khaas sa aabhaaz.
Neha hansi, par dil halka sa kaanp gaya,
Kya yeh pyaar tha… ya bas pal bhar ka saaya?
Phir dino ke silsile mein baatein banti gayi,
Chhoti chhoti baaton mein mohabbat chalti gayi.
Wo chaand dikhata, Neha taare ginti thi,
Mohabbat har pal, bina lafz ke likhti thi.
"Tum aaye ho zindagi mein, kuch naya sa lagta hai,
Har subah tumse milne ka sabab ban jata hai..."
Phir ek shaam, jab hawa zara udaas thi,
Neha ke dil mein ek khamoshi si baat thi.
Usne poocha: “Tum bhi mehsoos karte ho?”
Wo sirf muskuraya... “Main sirf tum par marte hoon.” ๐
Aankhon mein aansu, par dil mein shanti thi,
Pehli baar Neha ko laga... woh poori thi.
Na fairy tale thi, na koi film ka scene,
Bas ek asliyat thi — pyaar ka khubsurat routine.
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