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चला जो सिलसिला-ए-वस्ल, रिवायत हो गई।

पढ़ना था जिसे किताब की तरह, वो आयत हो गई।

वो शख़्स जो ख़्याल है मेरी जुम्मे की शाम का,

पल मांगे उस से , सबाह–शब्ब की इनायत हो गई।

दरिया डूबा, जिस रोज़

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अधर नज़रों से उनकी, बात होती रही। 

वो साथ बैठी रही, रात होती रही।  

लहरों ने बताया कि दरिया डूबा, जिस रोज़ 

लबों से उनके, बरसात होती रही। 

This is for the times when you are lost in her voice. When you are sitting close but the glances are being exchanged for very short intervals just because you know that if you look into each others’ eyes for more than that, the passion would spike which knows no limits.

That being said, the way she’s uttering those words, they are no less than a melody, you’d love to listen to all night long, all day long. the words that are music, that are rhythmic, like the droplets on a rainy day, refreshing, pure and just adorable.

Cherish these times for they, definitely, are rare.