Kabhi Kabhi Pyaar Ka Sabse Bada Saboot Usko Jaane Dena Hota Hai

Main use rok sakta tha.

Waqt tha mere paas. Lafz bhi.

Bas ek “ruk jao” kehna tha… ek “please, mat jao” kehna tha.

Lekin maine nahi kaha.

Usne mujhe dekha tha… ek pal ke liye.

Us pal mein duniya ruki thi. Us pal mein main sirf uske chehre ko dekh raha tha — aankhon mein kuch tha, jaise kuch kehna chahti ho, jaise ek hope, ek sawaal, ek aakhri umeed.

Aur us pal maine… khamoshi chuni.

Log kehte hain ki agar pyaar ho toh roko, samjhao, kheench lo…

Lekin sach ye hai, kabhi kabhi pyaar ka sabse bada saboot hota hai — usse jaane dena.

Usse us raste pe bhejna jahan shayad uski saari khushiyan ho… par tum nahi.

Mujhe sab yaad hai. Uska aakhri message — “Take care, okay?”

Jaise koi darwaza band kar raha ho dheere se… bina awaaz ki.

Jaise koi dil se dil tak ki jo dori thi, usse khud haathon se kaat raha ho, muskurate hue.

Maine usse jaane diya.

Na isliye kyunki maine haar maani thi…

Balki isliye, kyunki maine jeetne ke liye pyaar nahi kiya tha.

Main chahta tha woh khush rahe — chaahe woh meri duniya ke bahar ho.

Pyaar mein sab kuch keh dena aasaan hota hai.

Lekin sab kuch samajhkar khud se kuch na kehna… wo mushkil hota hai.

Aur maine woh mushkil chuna.

Main usse har jagah dekh leta hoon.

Bus station par kisi ladki ki hansi mein… kisi song ke lyrics mein…

Coffee ki khushboo mein… aur apne khud ke khwabon mein.

Log samajhte hain ki main move on kar gaya hoon.

Unko kya pata, ki main har raat uski yaadon ke takiye par sir rakh ke sota hoon.

Har subah ek baar Instagram kholta hoon, sirf yeh dekhne ke liye ki woh theek hai ya nahi.

Uski har nayi photo pe main like nahi karta, comment nahi karta…

Par har pixel mein uska chehra padhta hoon jaise kisi kitaab ka aakhri page.

Main bas ek spectator hoon ab.

Uski zindagi ki gallery mein ek invisible aadmi — jiska koi naam nahi, koi haq nahi.

Par pyaar hai.

Waise nahi jaise duniya samajhti hai — together forever waala.

Ye pyaar hai door reh kar bhi uski khushi ke liye dua karne wala.

Ek baar usne mujhse poocha tha,

“Agar main chali gayi, to kya karoge?”

Main hansa tha… mazaak mein tal diya tha.

Aaj sochta hoon, shayad usne tab hi andesha laga liya tha.

Ki kabhi na kabhi jaana hoga.

Aur main tab bhi usse rok nahi paunga.

Main usse jaane de chuka hoon.

Har din… thoda thoda.

Har pal… chupke chupke.

Lekin ek sach keh doon?

Agar ek baar bhi woh keh de ki “Mujhe lagta hai main galat thi”

Main phir se sab kuch chhod dunga… sab kuch.

Par jab tak woh nahi kehti…

Main wahi karunga jo shayad uske liye sahi hai —

Main usse jaane dunga.