Apne wo hote hain jo khamoshi ko bhi samajh lete hain,
Jo bina kahe dil ke jazbaat mehsoos kar lete hain.
Unki ek muskaan hi kaafi hoti hai,
Zindagi ke har andhere ko roshan karne ke liye.
Aur paraaye?
Paraaye wo hote hain jo chehre ke peeche ka sach dekh nahi paate,
Jo shabdon mein chhupi dard ki kahani sun nahi paate.
Woh paas hoke bhi door lagte hain,
Dil ke rishtey mein khaali pan sa bharte hain.
Par kya pata, jo aaj paraaye hain,
Woh kal ke apne ban jaayein.
Aur jo aaj apne hain,
Kabhi zindagi ki bheed mein paraaye ho jaayein.
Rishtey toh jazbaat ke dhaagon se bante hain,
Jo samajh le, wahi apna; jo samajh na paaye, wahi paraaya.
Lekin khubsurti iss baat mein hai,
Ki dil ke kone mein ek jagah sabke liye bachi hoti hai.
Chahe woh apne ho ya paraaye,
Har ek apni kahani mein kuch na kuch seekh de jata hai.