kisi sehra me pani ki talash me bhtakte huva musafir ..shaddat-e-piyas se sukhte hont or peeron me pare abalon ki tees ..sar pe aag barsata soraj..or us shakh ko dor se rait pe pani ka guman hota hai..woh jb us simat bhagta hai to..wahan to kuch nhi hota..goya ye sirf ankhon ka dhokha tha..seraab tha....afsoos ..yahi duniya ki muhabbat hai....jahan kuch b hasil nhi hota..jo dunya ki muhabbat k peche bhagta hai..woh humesha yon hi sari umar kisi seraab k peche bhagta rehta hai..or humesha la'hasil rehta hai..
or haqiqat ye hai Khaliq-e-Haqiqi k muhabbat k bad sb kuch khud hi mil jata hai..
Muhabbat hasil hoti hai lekin sirf Khaliq ki muhabbat.. jo wasal hoti hai jis me hijar ka naam-o-nishan tak nhi hota..or jin logo ko ye Muhabbat sonap di jati hai,jin k muqadar me likh di jati hai..woh mukamal ho jate hain..phr woh nhi sochte k raste kitne hi khathan kyun na hon..bas apne Mehboob-e-Haqiqat ki Raza k liye nikal parte hain..or sab kuch pa lete hain..!
or haqiqat ye hai Khaliq-e-Haqiqi k muhabbat k bad sb kuch khud hi mil jata hai..
Muhabbat hasil hoti hai lekin sirf Khaliq ki muhabbat.. jo wasal hoti hai jis me hijar ka naam-o-nishan tak nhi hota..or jin logo ko ye Muhabbat sonap di jati hai,jin k muqadar me likh di jati hai..woh mukamal ho jate hain..phr woh nhi sochte k raste kitne hi khathan kyun na hon..bas apne Mehboob-e-Haqiqat ki Raza k liye nikal parte hain..or sab kuch pa lete hain..!
