Kahan Gayi Woh Tumhari Muskura

Kahan gayi woh tumhari muskurahat, Jiska kaaran sirf tum khud thi, Jisse har subah ka suraj chamakta tha, Aur har shaam ko sukoon milta tha. Ab chehra kyun bujha-bujha sa hai, Jaise mausam bhi kuch poochh raha ho. Woh hansi jo hawa mein rang ghola karti thi, Aaj khamoshi mein kyun kho rahi ho? Mat chhupao is muskurahat ki khoobsurti ko, Yeh hi toh tohfa hai jo tumhe sabse khaas banata hai. Har toote khwab ko jod deti hai yeh, Har sannate mein awaaz ban jaati hai. Koi doosra insaan kaaran ho sakta hai, Lekin khushi ki shuruaat tumse hi hogi. Sabse pehle tumhe khud ko samajhna hoga, Khud se mohabbat karni hogi. Jo beet gaya, woh sabak tha – sazaa nahi, Aur jo aayega, woh tumhara apna safar hoga kahin. Mat ruko, mat jhuko, bas chalo yun hi, Taaki fir se laut aaye woh hansi wahi. Chalo fir se jiyo, waise jaise tum thi, Bina wajah hansne wali, sabse alag si. Woh muskurahat wapas laao zara, Kyunki usi mein toh tumhari asli “tum” basti hai.