Ajjab din the mohabat k Ajab mosam the chahat k Kabhi gar yaad aa jaayein To palkon par sitare jhilmilate hain Kisi ki yaad main raaton ko Aksr jaagna maamool thaa apna Kbi gar naind aa jaati to hum Yeh sochne lagte "Abhi to wo hamare waste roi nahien ho gi Abhi soi nahien ho gi" Abi hum b nahien rote Abi hum bhi nahien sote So phir hum jagte the aur osko yad karte the Akele beth kr weraan dil aabad krte the Hamare samne taaron k jhurmat main Akela chand hota tha Jo oske husn k aage bohat hi maand hota tha Falk par un-ginat roshan sitaaron ko Jo hum tarteeb dete the To oska naam banta tha Hum agle roz jab milte To Guzri raat ki be-kali ka zikr karte the Har ek qissa sunate the Kahan,kis waqat, kis tarah se dil dharka, batate the Main jab kehata k ! 'janaan main to raat ko ik pal bhi nahien soya," To wo khamosh rehti thi Par oski neind se bojhal jheel si aankhain Aachanak bol uthti thien Main jab osko btata keh' Main ne raatko roshin sitaron mien Tamhara naam dekha tha, To wo kehti ! k tum to jhot kehte ho Sitare main ne dekhe hain ! Aur en taron main tumhara nam likha tha Lagta hai ab apne sitare mil he jain ge Magar usko kia khabar thi K kinare mil nahien sakte Mohabat ki kahani mien Mohabat karne walon k Sitare mil nahien sakte ...