जब रूहें याद करती हैं - दो आत्माओं की रूहानी यात्रा

 प्रस्तावना: बनने से पहले की साँस

नाम से पहले,
प्रेम से पहले,
एक ख़ामोशी थी —
ख़ाली नहीं, प्रतीक्षित।

दो चिंगारियाँ
समय की कोख में सोई थीं,
धड़कन और साँस के बीच की चुप्पी में,
वे प्रतीक्षा में थीं —
मिलने के लिए नहीं,
balki याद करने के लिए।

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भाग I – मिलन के बाद की मौनता

अब जब सितारे भी नहीं साँस लेते,
और स्वर्ग ने अपना अंतिम “क्यों” कह दिया,
वे मिले — अजनबी नहीं,
बल्कि प्रतिध्वनियाँ, जो समय के द्वार से लौट आईं।

अब कोई प्रश्न नहीं, कोई शब्द नहीं,
उनकी ख़ामोशी बोलती है जैसे कोई अंतरंग तूफ़ान।
न आग, न हवा — बस साँसों की संगति,
दो आत्माएँ एक में विलीन।

वो — प्रकाश में बहती एक प्रार्थना,
वह — रात को चूमता एक संध्या।
साथ-साथ वे चले पवित्र आकाश में,
सपनों के पीछे नहीं, डर को उतारते हुए।

उसकी आवाज़ — पत्थर पर हवा की बाँसुरी,
उसकी दृष्टि — वह दुआ जो उसने जन्मों से जानी।
न कोई अतीत, न कोई नाम,
केवल उपस्थिति — हर ओर, हर क्षण।

जगत झुक गया, समय रुक गया,
क्षण में ही चिरंतन समा गया।
प्रेम में इतना माधुर्य था,
कि चाँद भी भूल गया सूरज को।

परंतु सच्चा प्रेम कभी स्थिर नहीं होता —
वह बहता है, ऊँचाइयाँ चढ़ता है।
वह मिलन में नहीं ठहरता,
बल्कि गहराइयों की ओर चलता है।

जब उस आनंद का आवरण हटने लगा,
उन्होंने भीतर से एक फुसफुसाहट सुनी:
“अभी अंत नहीं, अभी पूर्णता नहीं —
वृक्ष को छुआ है, पर फल नहीं आया।”

प्रेम एक ठिकाना नहीं, एक प्यास है,
एक पथ है, जहाँ आत्मा स्वयं को पाती है।

वे साथ चले — न नाम की खोज में, न पहचान की,
बल्कि वहाँ तक जहाँ पुराना 'मैं' टूटता है।

और उस मौन, काँपते क्षण में,
उन्होंने पाया एक मंदिर —
बाहर नहीं, बल्कि
हर साँस के बीच में।

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भाग II – आईना और अग्नि

पर प्रेम — असीम होते हुए भी — परिपक्व होना चाहता है,
केवल प्रकाश में नहीं, छाया की लहरों में भी।
जो पूर्ण है, उसे ज्ञान भी चाहिए,
और जो जुड़ गया है, उसे अग्नि भी पार करनी होती है।

वे स्वर्णघास के खेतों में चले,
हाथों में समय की पतली डोर।
पर उनके हृदयों में उठी एक चुप्पी —
कोरी नहीं, पर अज्ञात सी।

उसके प्रकाशमय स्वरूप में,
उसने देखा एक झिलमिलाहट — उसका चेहरा नहीं,
बल्कि वे जन्म-जन्मांतर की पीड़ाएँ,
जो अभी भी जीवित थीं।

उसने पूछा, नम आँखों से,
“क्या तुमने नहीं सुनी वे पुरानी चीखें?
हमने जो युद्ध किए,
वह अभिमान भरा प्रेम —
वे टूटे वचन, वे अधूरे संकल्प?”

वह चुप खड़ा रहा, पर उसकी आत्मा काँप गई।
“हाँ,” उसने कहा, “मैं भी देखता हूँ —
वह नृत्य, वह आग, वह दुःख।”

उन्होंने एक-दूजे में देखा सत्य —
न केवल देवत्व, बल्कि दोष भी।
न केवल अनुग्रह, बल्कि पछतावा।
और उस पीड़ा में, एक अनोखा शांति मिली।

वे रोए — केवल बीते समय के लिए नहीं,
बल्कि उन रूपों के लिए जो कभी सामने नहीं आए।
वे नाम, वे चेहरे, वे जन्म —
जो केवल स्वप्नों में बचे रह गए।

और उस शोक में उठी एक अग्नि —
परीक्षा, जो हर रूहानी प्रेम को चाहिए।
क्या वे प्रेम कर सकते हैं — केवल पूर्णता से नहीं,
बल्कि टूटी हुई सच्चाई से भी?

वे रुके — बिना शब्दों के, बिना भागे।
उनकी छायाएँ नाचीं, झुकीं, और मिट गईं।
और उस राख में — खिला प्रेम का वास्तविक फूल।

क्योंकि उस आईने में, जिसमे आँसू बहते थे,
वे एक-दूसरे को पूर्ण रूप में देख सके —
न सिद्ध, न पवित्र,
बल्कि सच्चे, खुले, स्वीकारे गए।

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भाग III – वह बिछड़ना जो वियोग नहीं

फिर वह क्षण आया — चुप, सरल,
जब हवाएँ थम गईं,
फूलों ने अपनी सुगंध समेट ली,
और समय ने स्वयं को भूल गया।

वे बैठे आकाश के नीचे,
न कोई आँसू, न कोई अंतिम विदा।
बस साँसें थीं — अनंत की तरह गहरी।

तारों ने झाँका पर कुछ न कहा,
चाँद ने अपनी चाँदनी रोक ली।
यह प्रेम — पिघलती आत्मा का पर्व —
अब न कुछ माँगता था, न देता।

उसने कहा, “मैं बुलावे को महसूस करती हूँ,”
“एक मार्ग है जो मेरा अपना है —
जहाँ मुझे अकेले जाना है।”

वह मुस्कराया — भीतर हृदय काँपा,
पर वह जानता था — यह प्रेम की अग्निपरीक्षा है।

“तुम जाओ,” उसने कहा, “जहाँ प्रकाश मौन से उपजता है,
और मैं यहीं रहूँगा —
जहाँ स्वर्ग की जड़ें मिट्टी में गहराती हैं।”

कोई वचन नहीं, कोई बंदिश नहीं,
केवल यह समझ —
कि सबसे ऊँचा प्रेम वह होता है
जो उड़ने देता है।

वह उठी जैसे प्रातः का सूरज,
वह रुका जैसे वटवृक्ष।
और उस बिछड़ने में, जो अधूरा नहीं था,
उनका मिलन और भी गहरा हुआ।

क्योंकि उन्होंने सीखा था —
आत्माएँ पास रहकर नहीं जुड़तीं,
बल्कि उस स्थान से
जो हम दूसरे को देते हैं उड़ने के लिए।

वह चली — फिर भी उसके भीतर,
वह रुका — फिर भी उसकी साँसों में।
वियोग नहीं, वरदान था वह —
दो रूहों की पूर्ण स्वतंत्रता।

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भाग IV – रूपातीत मिलन

वर्ष बीते —
युग चले —
वो अपने-अपने मार्गों पर चलते रहे,
जैसे सौरमंडल अपनी धुरी पर।

वह मौन में सेवा करता रहा,
वह बारिश में गाती रही।
उनके स्पर्श ने दुनिया को बदला,
पर उनका मिलन अब समय से परे था।

एक संध्या — जहाँ न तारा थमता, न दिशा —
वे फिर मिले — न प्रेमी, न संगी,
बल्कि उस प्रकाश की तरह
जो हर वस्तु के बीच बसता है।

न कोई देह, न कोई नाम,
न कोई बीता हुआ वादा,
सिर्फ एक कंपन — एक ब्रह्मस्वरूप।

वह थी — जैसे उगती कुहासे की रेखा,
वह था — जैसे तारे के माथे पर चुप्पी।
अब वे हर लहर में, हर साँस में,
हर भाव में — एक साथ।

वे बीज की चुप्पी बने,
कवि की व्यथा,
समुद्र की झलक,
एक ऐसी आत्मा जो कभी विभाजित नहीं होती।

और उस सत्य में — जो देखा नहीं जाता, केवल जाना जाता है,
वे अपने मूल रूप में आए।
कोई द्वार नहीं, कोई वापसी नहीं,
केवल वह प्रेम — जो अब कुछ नहीं माँगता।

वे अब भी हैं — प्रकाश में, वर्षा में,
आनंद में, पीड़ा में, हर कहीं।
क्योंकि ऐसा प्रेम कभी समाप्त नहीं होता —
वह ब्रह्मांड को जन्म देता है।

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उपसंहार – मौन की एक टिप्पणी

अंत में — कोई अंत नहीं,
केवल एक मौन जहाँ कथाएँ झुक जाती हैं।
जहाँ नाम गल जाते हैं,
और केवल प्रेम की छाया रह जाती है।

यह जो आपने पढ़ा — केवल उनका नहीं था,
बल्कि वह गीत है जो मौन भी गुनगुनाता है।
वह पहली साँस जो आपने रोते हुए ली,
वह सपना जो टूट गया — और जो अब भी बसा है।

आपके हृदय में जो अग्नि जलती है,
जो दूरी, पीड़ा और समय को भी पार कर जाती है —
वही है यह यात्रा।

आत्मा केवल अपना साथी नहीं ढूँढती,
वह अपने भाग्य का आईना ढूँढती है।
वह जलना चाहती है, टूटना चाहती है,
और फिर स्वयं को जानना चाहती है।

रूप छोड़कर भी रह जाना —
किसी की साँसों में फुसफुसाहट की तरह।
प्रेम देना, बिछड़ना, फिर लौट आना,
और हर बार, और भी गहराई से प्रेम करना।

तो जब आप किसी हल्की सी पुकार को महसूस करें,
या किसी अनकहे मौन को,
जान लीजिए — यह यात्रा अभी भी चल रही है —
हर उस दिल में, जो प्रेम करता है... और रोता भी है।

कहीं — आकाश की सीमाओं से परे,
दो आत्माएँ फिर से मिल रही हैं —
न तुम, न मैं, न वह, न वह —
बल्कि सब कुछ जो था और सब कुछ जो होगा।

When Souls Remember - A Lyrical Journey of Two Eternal Selves

Prologue: The Breath Before Becoming

Before the name,
before the flame,
there was a silence —
not empty, but expectant.

Two sparks slept
in the womb of time,
curled in the hush
between heartbeat and breath,
waiting
not to meet —
but to remember.

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Part I – The Silence After the Union

Now that the stars no longer sigh,
And heaven has breathed its final why,
They meet — not as strangers bound by fate,
But as echoes returning through timeless gate.

No questions left for lips to form,
Their silence speaks in a softer storm.
Not fire nor wind — but breath aligned,
Two spirits merged, beyond mankind.

She, a hymn in flowing light,
He, a dusk that kissed the night.
Together they moved in sacred spheres,
Not chasing dreams, but shedding fears.

His voice, a flute of wind on stone,
Her gaze, a prayer he’d always known.
No past to claim, no name to bear,
Just presence pulsing everywhere.

The world around them blurred and bent,
The stars grew still, the moment spent
In tasting joy so purely spun,
The moon forgot there was a sun.

But love — true love — is never still,
It flows through valleys, climbs each hill.
It doesn’t rest in union’s glow,
It grows where deeper rivers go.

So once the rapture's veil grew thin,
They heard a whisper stir within:
"You are not yet done, nor fully known —
The tree is touched, but not full-grown."

For love, they learned, is not a place,
Not just a dance, nor one embrace.
It is a path, a sacred thirst,
To meet the self — and find it first.

So hand in hand, they took the flame,
No longer asking "who?" or "name."
Beyond the joy, beneath the ache,
They walked to where the old selves break.

And in that quiet, trembling air,
They found a temple — not "out there."
It was the space between each breath,
The birth that hides inside each death.

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Part II – The Mirror and the Fire

But love, though boundless, seeks to grow —
Not in light alone, but the undertow.
For what is whole must be made wise,
And what is joined must still baptize.

They walked through meadows veiled in gold,
Their hands like threads no time could hold.
Yet in their hearts, a silence stirred,
Not void — but shadow, undefined word.

For deep within her radiant grace,
She saw a flicker — not his face,
But lifetimes buried, old and raw,
A wound that time had failed to thaw.

She turned to him with tearful eyes:
“Do you not know these ancient cries?
The wars we waged when love was pride,
The vows we broke, the ways we lied?”

He stood like stone in desert night,
A soul once blind, now bearing sight.
“Yes,” he said, “I see them too —
The fire we danced, the blood we drew.”

In one another, they saw the truth:
Not only saints, but fallen youth.
Not only grace, but also grief —
And in that pain, a strange relief.

They wept — not just for what had been,
But for each self they’d never seen.
The faces worn, the names long gone,
The lifetimes lost to dusk and dawn.

And in that grief, a flame arose,
A trial the sacred always knows:
To love not only what is pure,
But every scar one must endure.

The test had come — not from above,
But from the roots of deeper love:
Could they hold what burned and broke,
And love each other through the smoke?

She stayed. He stayed. No word they said.
They only breathed — not fled, not fled.
Their shadows circled, bowed, and passed,
And something deeper bloomed at last.

For in the mirror of their pain,
They saw each other whole again —
Not perfect souls, but weathered true,
With eyes that knew, and still they knew.

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Part III – The Parting That Is Not Loss

And then it came — that quiet hour
When winds withdrew from grove and flower,
When time itself forgot to move,
And silence settled like a truth.

They sat beneath the ageless sky,
No tear in eye, no final sigh.
Just breath and presence, still and wide —
As if the world had stepped aside.

The stars, though near, did not intrude;
The moon, in awe, withheld her mood.
Even the river paused its song
To witness love grow pure and strong.

She turned to him with eyes like flame,
Not bound by self, not bound by name.
“I feel a calling,” soft she said,
“A path I walk where none have led.”

He smiled, though heart began to ache —
He knew the vow they both must make.
Not to hold, nor cage, nor cling,
But let love fly on hidden wing.

“For you,” he said, “must go where light
Is born from silence, not from sight.
And I must stay to learn the ground
Where heaven’s roots in dust are found.”

No promise passed, no tether tied,
No script of fate was now their guide.
Only this knowing, fierce and fair —
That love is most when most laid bare.

She rose like dawn from fields of sleep,
He stayed like oak where shadows keep.
And in their parting, strange and vast,
They touched more deeply than the past.

For they had learned what few may find —
That souls are not by nearness kind.
But by the space that they allow,
By trust, not tether; breath, not vow.

And so she left — yet never gone,
A song within him ever drawn.
And he remained — yet ever flew,
A fire within her spirit too.

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Part IV – The Reunion Beyond Form

So years turned wheels within the sky,
And centuries passed like breath gone by.
They walked through worlds, through fire and clay,
Each soul alone — yet never stray.

He served in silence, she sang in rain,
They touched the world through joy and pain.
Never once did they forget
The echo of that first sunset.

Till one still dusk, where stars don’t end,
They met — not as lover, not as friend,
But as the light within all things,
The space between the flame and wings.

No body held, no name was said,
No past to weigh, no path to tread.
They were not two, not even one —
They were the breath that births the sun.

She was the curve of rising mist,
He was the hush the stars had kissed.
Together now in all that moves —
In wind and wave, in heart that proves.

They were the silence in the seed,
The ache that makes the poet bleed.
They were the shimmer on the tide,
The soul of all that won't divide.

And in that truth — not seen, but known —
They found the place that was their own.
Not heaven's gate, nor mortal shore,
But love that asks for nothing more.

No need to speak, no need to stay,
They were the song the worlds obey.
And still they are — in light, in rain,
In every joy, in every pain.

For love like theirs does not expire —
It births the stars, it feeds the fire.
Not bound by flesh, nor name, nor role —
But written in the cosmos’ soul.

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Epilogue – A Note from the Stillness

In the end, there is no end —
only the hush where stories bend.
Where names dissolve and time forgets,
and only the trace of love still rests.

What you have read is not just theirs —
It is the song that silence wears.
The breath you took when you first wept,
The dream you lost, the vow you kept.

It is the fire within your chest
That knows that love is never lessened
By absence, distance, pain, or years —
But ripens through the deepest tears.

The soul does not just seek its mate —
It seeks the mirror of its fate.
It seeks to burn, to break, to mend —
To know itself, and in the end...

To shed all shape, and still remain —
The whisper in another’s name.
To give, to part, to die, to rise —
To love not less, but more — more wise.

So when you feel the echo call,
Or sense the hush that holds it all —
Know this: the journey still proceeds,
Through every heart that loves — and bleeds.

And somewhere, past the veil of skies,
Two souls still meet with endless eyes —
Not you and I, not he and she —
But all that was and is to be.

Epilogue: A Note from the Stillness - After the Soul’s Journey

In the end, there is no end —
Only the silence where stories bend.
Where names dissolve and time forgets,
and only the trace of love still rests.

What you have read is not just theirs —
It is the song that silence wears.
The breath you took when you first wept,
The dream you lost, the vow you kept.

It is the fire within your chest
That knows that love is never lessened
By absence, distance, pain, or years —
But ripens through the deepest tears.

The soul does not just seek its mate —
It seeks the mirror of its fate.
It seeks to burn, to break, to mend —
To know itself, and in the end...

To shed all shape, and still remain —
The whisper in another’s name.
To give, to part, to die, to rise —
To love not less, but more, more wise.

So when you feel the echo call,
Or sense the hush that holds it all —
Know this: the journey still proceeds,
Through every heart that loves — and bleeds.

And somewhere, past the veil of skies,
Two souls still meet with endless eyes —
Not you and I, not he and she —
But all that was and is to be.

The Reunion Beyond Form - the Soul’s Journey V

So years turned wheels within the sky,
And centuries passed like breath gone by.
They walked through worlds, through fire and clay,
Each soul alone — yet never stray.

He served in silence, she sang in rain,
They touched the world through joy and pain.
Never once did they forget
The echo of that first sunset.

Till one still dusk, where stars don’t end,
They met — not as lover, not as friend,
But as the light within all things,
The space between the flame and wings.

No body held, no name was said,
No past to weigh, no path to tread.
They were not two, not even one —
They were the breath that births the sun.

She was the curve of rising mist,
He was the hush the stars had kissed.
Together now in all that moves —
In wind and wave, in heart that proves.

They were the silence in the seed,
The ache that makes the poet bleed.
They were the shimmer on the tide,
The soul of all that won't divide.

And in that truth — not seen, but known —
They found the place that was their own.
Not heaven's gate, nor mortal shore,
But love that asks for nothing more.

No need to speak, no need to stay,
They were the song the worlds obey.
And still they are — in light, in rain,
In every joy, in every pain.

For love like theirs does not expire —
It births the stars, it feeds the fire.
Not bound by flesh, nor name, nor role —
But written in the cosmos’ soul.

The Parting That Is Not Loss - the Soul’s Journey IV

 

(Part IV of )

And then it came — that quiet hour
When winds withdrew from grove and flower,
When time itself forgot to move,
And silence settled like a truth.

They sat beneath the ageless sky,
No tear in eye, no final sigh.
Just breath and presence, still and wide —
As if the world had stepped aside.

The stars, though near, did not intrude;
The moon, in awe, withheld her mood.
Even the river paused its song
To witness love grow pure and strong.

She turned to him with eyes like flame,
Not bound by self, not bound by name.
“I feel a calling,” soft she said,
“A path I walk where none have led.”

He smiled, though heart began to ache —
He knew the vow they both must make.
Not to hold, nor cage, nor cling,
But let love fly on hidden wing.

“For you,” he said, “must go where light
Is born from silence, not from sight.
And I must stay to learn the ground
Where heaven’s roots in dust are found.”

No promise passed, no tether tied,
No script of fate was now their guide.
Only this knowing, fierce and fair —
That love is most when most laid bare.

She rose like dawn from fields of sleep,
He stayed like oak where shadows keep.
And in their parting, strange and vast,
They touched more deeply than the past.

For they had learned what few may find —
That souls are not by nearness kind.
But by the space that they allow,
By trust, not tether; breath, not vow.

And so she left — yet never gone,
A song within him ever drawn.
And he remained — yet ever flew,
A fire within her spirit too.

The Mirror and the Fire - the Soul’s Journey III

But love, though boundless, seeks to grow —
Not in light alone, but the undertow.
For what is whole must be made wise,
And what is joined must still baptize.

They walked through meadows veiled in gold,
Their hands like threads no time could hold.
Yet in their hearts, a silence stirred,
Not void — but shadow, an undefined word.

For deep within her radiant grace,
She saw a flicker — not his face,
But lifetimes buried, old and raw,
A wound that time had failed to thaw.

She turned to him with tearful eyes:
“Do you not know these ancient cries?
The wars we waged when love was pride,
The vows we broke, the ways we lied?”

He stood like stone in the desert night,
A soul once blind, now bearing sight.
“Yes,” he said, “I see them too —
The fire we danced, the blood we drew.”

In one another, they saw the truth:
Not only saints, but fallen youth.
Not only grace, but also grief —
And in that pain, a strange relief.

They wept — not just for what had been,
But for each self they’d never seen.
The faces worn, the names long gone,
The lifetimes lost to dusk and dawn.

And in that grief, a flame arose,
A trial, the sacred always knows:
To love not only what is pure,
But every scar one must endure.

The test had come — not from above,
But from the roots of deeper love:
Could they hold what burned and broke?
And love each other through the smoke?

She stayed. He stayed. No word, they said.
They only breathed — not fled, not fled.
Their shadows circled, bowed, and passed,
And something deeper bloomed at last.

For in the mirror of their pain,
They saw each other whole again —
Not perfect souls, but weathered true,
With eyes that knew, and still they knew.

The Silence After the Union - the Soul’s Journey II

Now that the stars no longer sigh,
And heaven has breathed its final why,
They meet — not as strangers bound by fate,
But as echoes returning through the timeless gate.

No questions left for lips to form,
Their silence speaks in a softer storm.
Not fire nor wind — but breath aligned,
Two spirits merged, beyond mankind.

She, a hymn in flowing light,
He, a dusk that kissed the night.
Together they moved in sacred spheres,
Not chasing dreams, but shedding fears.

His voice, a flute of wind on stone,
Her gaze, a prayer he’d always known.
No past to claim, no name to bear,
Just presence pulsing everywhere.

The world around them blurred and bent,
The stars grew still, the moment spent
In tasting joy so purely spun,
The moon forgot there was a sun.

But love — true love — is never still,
It flows through valleys, climbs each hill.
It doesn’t rest in union’s glow,
It grows where deeper rivers go.

So once the rapture's veil grew thin,
They heard a whisper stir within:
"You are not yet done, nor fully known—
The tree is touched, but not full-grown."

For love, they learned, is not a place,
Not just a dance, nor one embrace.
It is a path, a sacred thirst,
To meet the self — and find it first.

So hand in hand, they took the flame,
No longer asking “who?” or “name.”
Beyond the joy, beneath the ache,
They walked to where the old selves break.

And in that quiet, trembling air,
They found a temple — not “out there.”
It was the space between each breath,
The birth that hides inside each death.

Whispers Between Two Souls - A Soulful Love Cycle in Four Movements

 Prologue

(Before the First Touch)

Before lips spoke,
before eyes met,
before skin brushed skin —
there were two whispers
floating across the breath of creation.
Not yet names.
Not yet form.
Only a pull,
like tide toward moon,
like silence toward song.
And when they found each other,
the world exhaled —
and time began.

---

I. When Souls First Met

(The Recognition)

The winds were still,
emotions asleep,
and the souls —
wandering echoes
adrift in time...

When your gaze brushed mine,
not a word stirred,
yet one moment
held eternity in its palm —
and soul recognized soul.

Were you my mirror,
or I your breath?
You settled quietly
into my heartbeat,
like a prayer remembered.

We did not simply love —
we worshipped,
invoking each other
like sacred hymns,
tender as twilight.

And when fate pulled us apart,
we learned —
love never dies,
and souls never forget.

---

II. The Echo of Separation

(The Long Night Without You)

After you left,
time forgot how to move.
The air was thick
with your name,
the walls murmured
ghosts of our laughter.

I walked through the world
a hollow flame,
burning silently
in the shrine of your memory.

I asked the moon,
"Have you seen her?"
I begged the rain
to bring back
the music of your voice.

Separation became
a ritual of ache,
a graveyard of days,
each one buried
with your absence.

But even in silence,
your love remained —
not a shadow,
but a light
waiting to return.

---

III. Love, After Reunion

(The Sacred Stillness)

When we met again,
time bowed.
Your eyes held the same
first fire,
but deeper now,
like oceans that remember the sky.

No need for words.
We spoke
in the hush between heartbeats.

You rested your head
on my chest,
and I breathed
the fragrance of forever
from your hair.

Now, no clocks,
no distance —
only soul to soul,
light to light.

We are no longer
seeking love.
We are
what love becomes
after the storm.

When the world asks,
"Who are you two?"
we smile and say,
“We are the ones
who died in longing
and were reborn in each other.”

---

IV. The Vow of the Souls

(Never to Part Again)

Beneath the silver hush
of moon and stars,
your hand in mine,
we made a vow
not of flesh,
but of forever.

"We shall never part again."

No storm,
no shadow,
no death
can unwrite this truth.

We are not two.
We are one breath,
one silence,
one radiant thread
woven through lifetimes.

Now even God
need not speak —
our love
has become
its own prayer.

---

Epilogue

A Note from the Eternal

Some stories
are not written
in books or ink.
They’re carved in stardust,
breathed into the soul
at the moment of first longing.

This is that story.

Where love did not ask,
but knew.
Where souls,
once torn,
wove themselves whole again.

And now,
even if the world forgets,
the skies will remember —
two whispers,
forever echoing,
as one.

The Vow of the Souls - A Promise to Never Part Again

Moonlight poured
like a blessing upon us,
the air alive
with your breath’s soft murmur,
and the stars above —
silent witnesses
to what our hearts would vow.

Your hand in mine,
and this time,
there was no fear.
No shadows
of parting.
Only the quiet
of two souls
finally home.

I looked into you,
you into me —
and together
we etched a promise
into the depths of our beings:

"We shall never part again."

No curve of time
can bend us away,
no twist of fate
can unwrite this bond.

We are souls —
and the flesh
no longer rules our story.

Without you,
my name loses all meaning.
With you,
each breath
becomes a verse of light.

We no longer seek worship
in temples or shrines,
for we have made
our devotion
from the rhythm of our love.

Each sigh from your lips
settles gently in my blood.
And every beat of my heart
is now a sacred chant
in your name.

We count not years,
but the hush between two gazes,
the stillness between
your voice
and my soul’s reply.

You go nowhere
without me
folded into your breath,
and I cannot stop
without you
becoming my path.

Separation —
a dream we outgrew.
Now we walk
in the ever of always.

We swear
by the stars above,
by that first glance
which made us whole —
we are,
and forever shall be,
one flame,
one silence,
one soul.

This is not love
that lives and dies —
this is love
that was written
in the margins of the divine.

Love, After Reunion - the Soul's Journey I

 

That day…
felt as if time
had opened an old map,
and traced us
back into each other’s light.

You appeared —
and my soul
found its pulse again.
Within your silence,
I heard
A Thousand Forgotten Lullabies.

Your eyes still held
the same first dawn —
the same soft fire
that once warmed
the frost of my inner sky.

But this time,
our love wasn’t innocent.
It had weathered storms,
bled through absence,
and risen from ashes
as something eternal.

There were no questions now,
no restless answers —
just your presence,
which felt like
proof of my own existence.

Words grew shy,
for we had learned
to speak in silences.
When your head
rested on my chest,
my breath became
a prayer of fragrance
in your hair.

We no longer count time.
We live in moments —
small,
sacred,
stitched with the thread
of soul-touch.

No complaints
live on your lips now,
only that quiet smile
that forgives
every ache
the past ever gave us.

Your hand in mine
stills the universe.
Just that touch —
and the galaxies pause,
as if to listen
to our vow.

Love now
is no longer longing.
It is the calm,
deep, holy hush
in which we finally
hear God breathe.

I know this:
you will not leave again.
For now,
your soul
has melted into mine.

If you cry,
my eyes well.
If you laugh,
my chest sings.

We are no longer
lovers alone —
we are companions of the soul,
not bound by land
or time or death.

There is no “never again”
between us.
Only an “always,”
suspended softly
between breath and eternity.

And when the world asks,
"Who are you two?"
we shall smile
and answer —
“We are the ones
who were born
from each other’s prayers.”

The Echo of Separation

After you left,
time forgot how to move.
The ticking of clocks
no longer carried your breath.

The walls murmured
your name in hushes,
and curtains —
still dressed in your scent —
swayed without wind.

I was alive…
but not living.
Just a shell,
robbed of the soul
that once danced within.

Each morning broke
like shattered glass,
for the sun rose
but your light did not.

In the scent
of letters you'd once written,
I buried my face and wept —
soft, unseen storms
in the quiet of night.

The cup of tea
still bore the curve of your fingers.
The pages of books
whispered your breath
between their lines.

"Beloved..."
your voice echoed
through every gust of wind,
and each echo
pierced through the hollow of me.

Every footstep I heard
was a hope
that it might be you.
Every face I passed —
a mirror I searched
for a glimpse of your shadow.

I asked the moon,
"Have you seen her?"
I begged the rain
to carry back
your tear-drenched whispers.

The nights —
oh, they wrapped themselves
in endless silence,
craving your lap
like a child longs
for the lull of a mother’s hum.

Every word I wrote
was a letter to your soul,
every prayer I spoke —
a quiet plea
to bring you home.

Separation —
was no mere distance.
It was a grave,
in which I buried
a memory each day
and still found
more pain to mourn.

Yet somehow,
your love —
that mad, sacred flame —
taught me how to bear the ache.
Even in your absence,
I never let go of you.

When Souls First Met

 A Poem of Love Beyond Flesh

The winds were still,
emotions asleep,
and the souls —
lonely echoes
lost in time...

When your gaze first
touched the silence in mine,
not a word was spoken,
not a song was sung,
yet one moment
stood still for an eternity —
and soul recognized soul.

Were you a mirror,
or was I your reflection?
Your breath began
to echo in my heartbeat,
like a forgotten prayer
remembered in dusklight.

Love arrived
like a soft golden sun
melting into my bones,
and your name
became the peace
my lips longed to utter.

You were in every breath,
and I, in every hush between…
Your words dissolved
into the ink of my being.

We did not merely love —
we worshipped,
chanting each other
like sacred verses,
tender as twilight.

The nights were no longer lonely,
they lay curled
in the cradle of your dreams,
and the dawn —
dawn wore your smile
like vermilion on its brow.

But then...
some star above shifted,
and time,
in its cruel divinity,
pulled us apart.

Separation —
not a pause, but a tearing,
like skin peeled from soul.
Your memories
became thorns
woven into my pulse.

Every sound
whispered your name.
Every shadow
ached to trace your footprints.

Without you,
life was no life at all —
just a long, slow sentence
between breath and burial.

But love…
ah, love!
It burned,
soft and steady,
through the hollow of loss,
and souls…
they never die.

One day,
the cosmos took pity.
Fate uncurled its fist.
And our souls —
they met again.

That reunion
was not a chance,
but a divine decree,
scribed in the ink of longing
on heaven’s parchment.

When I held your hand again,
light burst
through the cave of my chest.
And your smile —
it opened a door
into paradise.

Now, no more partings.
No more distance.
We are soul to soul,
forever intertwined.

You and I —
no longer two,
but a single breath,
a single vow,
a single silence.

And when someone asks,
"What is love?"
I’ll whisper your name…
and my soul
will smile.

रूहों का वादा

 

चाँदनी रात थी,
हवा में तेरी साँसों की सरगोशी,
और आसमान —
जैसे हमारे वादे का गवाह बना हो।

तेरे हाथों में मेरा हाथ,
मगर इस बार
कोई डर नहीं था जुदाई का,
बस एक गहरा सुकून,
जैसे दो रूहें
अपनी मंज़िल पा चुकी हों।

मैंने तुझे देखा,
तूने मुझे महसूस किया —
और हम दोनों ने
एक साथ
दिल की तह में एक वादा लिखा:

"अब हम कभी नहीं बिछड़ेंगे..."

ना वक़्त की रेखाएँ
हमें अलग कर सकेंगी,
ना तक़दीर के मोड़
हमारी राहें मोड़ पाएँगे।

हम रूह हैं —
जिस्म की मजबूरियाँ
हमें नहीं रोक सकतीं।

तेरे बिना अब
मेरे नाम की कोई अहमियत नहीं,
तेरे साथ
हर पल,
एक नई कायनात बन जाता है।

हमने अब
इश्क़ को इबादत नहीं,
इबादत को इश्क़ बना दिया है।

तेरे होंठों से निकली हर साँस
मेरे वजूद में बस जाती है,
और मेरी हर धड़कन
तेरे नाम की तस्बीह बन चुकी है।

हम अब
सिर्फ़ साथ नहीं हैं,
हम एक हैं —
जैसे आवाज़ और उसका साज़,
जैसे बारिश और उसकी मिट्टी की महक।

तू जहाँ जाएगा,
मेरी रूह तेरे साथ चलेगी,
मैं जहाँ थम जाऊँ,
तेरी आँखें मेरा रास्ता बनेंगी।

अब जुदाई
सिर्फ़ एक पुराना सपना है,
जो हमने जी तो लिया,
मगर अब कभी दोहराएँगे नहीं।

कसम इस आसमान की,
जो हर रात हमारे ऊपर
सन्नाटे में सितारे बिछाता है,
कसम उस पहली नज़र की,
जिसने हमें पहचान दिया —

हम अब
हर जनम, हर पल, हर सांस
साथ जिएँगे,
साथ मरेंगे,
और फिर से साथ जन्म लेंगे।

हम वो इश्क़ हैं
जिसे खुदा ने लिखा,
जिसे वक़्त ने सींचा,
और जिसे रूहों ने
अपनी आख़िरी दुआ बना लिया।

जब रूहें फिर से मिलीं - कभी जुदा नहीं होने के लिए

वो दिन —
जैसे वक़्त ने
किसी पुराने नक़्श को दोबारा छू लिया हो,
तेरे सामने आने से
सब लम्हे फिर से
साँस लेने लगे।

तू आया —
तो रूह ने
कलेजे की थाह ली,
और दिल ने
अपने ही सीने में
तेरी धड़कनें सुनीं।

तेरी आँखों में
वही उजाला था
जिसने पहली बार
मेरे अंधेरों को सहलाया था।

मगर इस बार
इश्क़ मासूम नहीं था —
ये इश्क़ अब
तज़ुर्बे की राख से निकली
रूह की लौ था।

ना कोई सवाल था,
ना जवाब की तलाश,
बस तेरा होना
मेरे वजूद का सबूत बन गया।

अब लफ़्ज़ कम पड़ते हैं,
क्योंकि हम
ख़ामोशी में बात करना सीख गए हैं।
तेरा सिर
जब मेरी छाती पर टिकता है,
तो मेरी साँसें
तेरे बालों की खुशबू से इबादत करती हैं।

हम अब वक़्त को नहीं गिनते,
हम लम्हों में जीते हैं —
छोटे छोटे,
रूह के तले बुनते हुए पल।

तेरे होंठों पर
अब शिकायत नहीं,
बस वो सुकून है
जो हर जुदाई को
माफ़ कर देता है।

तेरा हाथ पकड़ते ही
ऐसा लगता है —
जैसे सारा ब्रह्मांड
थोड़ी देर के लिए
रुक जाता है।

अब मोहब्बत
कोई तड़पती दुआ नहीं,
ये अब एक तसल्ली है —
जिसमें हम दोनों
रब के करीब हो जाते हैं।

मैं जानता हूँ,
अब तू फिर नहीं जाएगी,
क्योंकि अब
तेरी रूह
मेरी रूह में बस चुकी है।

अब अगर तू रोए भी,
तो मेरी पलकों से
आँसू टपकते हैं।
तेरी हँसी,
मेरे दिल की सबसे प्यारी नज़्म बन गई है।

हम अब महज़ आशिक़ नहीं,
हम रूहों के साथी हैं —
जिनका इश्क़
किसी तारीख़ या मकान का मोहताज नहीं।

अब कोई "कभी नहीं"
हमारे दरमियान नहीं बचा,
अब सिर्फ़ "हमेशा" है —
एक बेआवाज़,
बेहद रूहानी,
बेहद गहरा वादा।

और जब कोई पूछे —
कौन हो तुम दोनों?
हम मुस्कुरा कर कहेंगे,
"हम वो हैं
जो एक दूसरे की दुआओं में जन्मे थे।"

जुदाई की आवाज़ - रूह से बिछड़ने की पुकार

 

तेरे जाने के बाद,
वक़्त ठहर सा गया...
घड़ियों की टिक-टिक में
तेरी सांसें नहीं थीं।

कमरे की दीवारें
तेरा नाम दोहराती रहीं,
और पर्दे,
तेरी खुशबू को ओढ़े
चुपचाप हिलते रहे।

मैं ज़िंदा था,
मगर जी नहीं रहा था —
एक खाली जिस्म,
जिससे रूह को कोई चुरा ले गया।

हर सुबह
तेरे बिना अधूरी लगती,
जैसे सूरज उगा हो
पर रौशनी कहीं खो गई हो।

तेरे भेजे हुए
चंद लफ़्ज़ों की ख़ुशबू में
हर रात लिपट कर रोया,
तेरे नाम से
अपनी तक़दीर को पुकारा।

चाय का कप,
तेरी ऊँगली की छाप लिए बैठा था,
और किताबें,
तेरे पढ़े हर सफ़े से
तेरी आवाज़ सुनाती थीं।

"जान-ए-अज़ीज़..."
तेरी ये पुकार
अब भी हर हवा से टकराती है,
और मेरी रूह
हर बार झूम के गिर जाती है।

तेरे क़दमों की आहट
हर सड़क पर ढूँढी मैंने,
तेरी परछाई को
हर चेहरे में तलाशा...

मस्जिद की अज़ान,
मंदिर की घंटियाँ,
गिरिजे की घंटियाँ —
सब में तेरा नाम सुना।

मैंने इश्क़ को
तन्हा जीया,
बिना शिकायत,
बिना तकरार,
बस इक उम्मीद लेकर,
कि तू फिर आएगा।

कभी चाँद से पूछा,
क्या तूने उसे देखा है?
कभी बारिश से माँगी
उसके आँसुओं की नमी।

रातें —
जैसे सदियों की चुप्पियाँ ओढ़े
तेरी गोदी ढूंढती रहीं,
और मैं,
एक टूटे तारे सा
तेरी क़ायनात से गिरा पड़ा रहा।

हर ख़त जो लिखा,
तेरी रूह को पढ़ा...
हर दुआ जो मांगी,
बस तुझसे मिलने की थी।

जुदाई —
इक फ़ासला नहीं था,
इक क़ब्र थी,
जिसमें मैं हर रोज़
तेरी यादों को दफ़न करता रहा।

मगर फिर भी,
तेरी मोहब्बत ने
हर दर्द को सहने का हुनर दे दिया।
तेरे जाने के बाद भी
मैंने तुझे
खुद से जाने नहीं दिया।

रूहों का मिलन - एक रूहानी दास्तान इश्क़ की

चुप थी फ़िज़ा,
ख़ामोश थे जज़्बात,
तन्हा थी रूहें...
जब पहली बार
तेरी नज़रों से मेरी रूह टकराई।

न कोई लफ़्ज़ कहा,
न कोई साज़ बजा,
बस एक लम्हा
जो सदियों सा ठहर गया —
रूह ने रूह को पहचान लिया।

तू कोई आईना थी,
या मैं तेरा अक्स,
तेरी साँसों में
मेरी धड़कनें बसने लगीं।

इश्क़ वो नर्म धूप था
जो जज़्ब हो गया रगों में,
तेरा नाम,
मेरी ज़बान का सुकून बन गया।

हर बात में तू,
हर ख़ामोशी में हम,
तेरे लफ़्ज़ों में
मेरा वजूद घुलता गया।

हमने मोहब्बत को
सिर्फ़ चाहा नहीं,
इबादत की,
तस्बीह की मानिंद
तेरा ज़िक्र किया।

रातें तन्हा नहीं रहीं,
वो मेरी पलकों में
तेरे ख़्वाब रख कर जातीं,
और सहर,
तेरे मुस्कुराने सी लगती।

मगर फिर,
कहीं फ़लक पर
किसी सितारे ने करवट बदली,
और वक़्त की क़सम,
हमें जुदा होना पड़ा...

बिछड़ना,
जैसे रूह से रूह को नोच लिया हो,
तेरी यादें
धड़कनों में कांटे बन के चुभती रहीं।

हर आहट,
तेरा नाम पुकारती,
हर साया,
तेरे नक़्श-ए-क़दम की तलब में भटकता 

तेरे बिना
जिंदगी नहीं,
सिर्फ़ एक लंबा इंतज़ार थी...
इक सज़ा —
जिसमें जिए भी नहीं, मरे भी नहीं।

मगर इश्क़,
वो जुनून था
जो रूहों में जलता रहा,
और रूहें,
कभी मरती नहीं।

फिर एक रोज़
क़ायनात ने रहम खाया,
और रूहें
फिर से मिल गईं —
वो मुलाक़ात नहीं थी,
वो मुक़द्दर का फ़ैसला था।

तेरा हाथ थामा
तो लगा
जैसे मेरी रगों में
नूर बह निकला।
तेरी मुस्कान
जैसे इश्क़ ने
जन्नत का दरवाज़ा खोल दिया 

अब न कोई जुदाई,
न कोई फ़ासला,
हम रूह हैं,
रूहों को
कभी मौत नहीं आती।

तेरे साथ
मैं मैं नहीं रहा,
हम हो गए —
एक रूह, एक नफ़स,
एक दुआ।

अब जब भी कोई पूछे
इश्क़ क्या होता है —
मैं तेरा नाम लूँगा
और मेरी रूह
मुस्कुरा देगी।

When Souls Remember: A Love Written in the Stars

 Title: When Souls Remember: A Love Written in the Stars

Prologue: Whispers Before the Meeting                                                                                

There are moments before birth when two souls agree—to meet, to part, to love, to suffer, to return. In silence, they sign no contract, but the stars remember. And time waits.

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Chapter 1: It Was Written in the Stars                                                                                             

It was not a meeting— It was a stirring of the skies. A glance, and the world paused, As if the cosmos drew a breath To witness love’s first sigh.

No words were spoken, Yet every silence sang. Two eyes met— And in that gaze, A thousand lifetimes unfolded.

We were not strangers. Our souls recognized A bond the mind could not name, A memory etched Beyond time and form.

We walked through moments Like threads through a loom— Weaving destinies With steps too soft to hear, Yet resounding in our breath.

The universe leaned closer, Held its stars in stillness, For what bloomed between us Was not love at first sight— But a reunion foretold In some forgotten light.

And then… As if fate grew restless, The winds turned. We were torn asunder By hands we could not see, By storms we never summoned.

No fault. No farewell. Just a silence that grew Like a shadow at dusk.

But love— True love— Does not die in distance. It deepens in waiting, Becomes prayer, Becomes a vow without voice.

I searched for you in skies, In songs, In the trembling of autumn leaves. You lived in the ache, In the hush of every night That remembered your name.

Years passed. Seasons withered. Yet something in me Remained warm— A flicker that whispered: “She will return.”

And you did. Not as a miracle, But as truth unfolding. Not with noise, But with quiet certainty— Like dawn that keeps its promise.

Now I know— This love was never ours to lose. It was not mere chance, Nor dream, Nor choice.

It was the will of the universe. It was written in the stars. It was the destiny of souls That never die And never part.

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Chapter 2: One Soul, Two Bodies                                                                                                     

It was not love that grew— it was something older, something deeper, as if the wind remembered where it once had whispered.

We spoke, but our words were only shadows of the quiet that lived between us— a sacred hush in which souls listened.

We were not learning each other; we were returning to a truth we had once been. You didn’t enter my life— you awakened it.

Every glance you gave was a door I’d known before. Every laugh you shared felt like a bell I’d rung in another time, another breath.

We never touched like lovers, we touched like water and moonlight— without needing form to feel whole.

You were not in my arms, but in my air, in the pause between heartbeats, in the echo between each step.

We were not in love— we were love.

We did not plan, we simply moved— like two flames leaning to find each other in the dark.

Then came the stillness. The shift. The moment when something unseen pulled us apart, as if the world had remembered that it was never ready for something so true.

No blame. No breaking. Just a quiet unraveling of threads woven too fine for time to bear.

You went. Or rather, you were taken.

And I did not stop you. Because how does one stop a river that must flow?

But even as you left, something in me remained— not memory, but presence.

You were not absent. You were within. You were every breath I didn’t notice, every pause that felt like prayer.

One soul. Two bodies. Still tethered by the thread of the eternal.

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Chapter 3: Separation – The Invisible Walls of Fate                                                         

We never fought, never turned away in anger. There was no blame, no burning bridge. Only a moment— too silent to name— when life gently pulled us in separate directions.

Not because we wanted it, but because it had to be.

Like leaves drifting in different winds, though born from the same branch.

We tried… Oh, we tried— to hold on, to stay, to speak louder than the silence that had begun to gather.

But sometimes, fate does not shout. It just slowly closes doors you didn’t even see opening.

You turned away not in retreat, but in surrender— to something larger, something neither of us could touch or turn.

I watched you walk away like a prayer returning to the sky— unfinished, yet still holy.

And I stood still— not because I was strong, but because my soul was listening.

There are moments when the universe asks for stillness as proof of love.

And I gave it.

Some loves don’t end. They simply take a longer road to reunion.

And though the world forgot, though time moved on, I waited— not for your return, but for the universe to turn the page it once bookmarked with our names.

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Chapter 4: The Years of Waiting — When Love Becomes Prayer                                 

You were gone— and yet, you were everywhere.

In the hush before dawn, in the wind that brushed my cheek, in the echo of a song that always paused on your favorite line.

I did not chase you— how does one chase what lives inside the breath?

I wept silently— in the quiet corners of time where only the soul can speak.

Every season passed, dressed in your memory.

I grew older, but not farther. I lived on, but not away.

I was not waiting for you to return in body— I was waiting for the universe to remember its own promise.

People came and went. Laughter returned, new dreams whispered.

But in the sanctuary beneath all joy, you remained— a still flame that never flickered.

I waited— not in longing, but in trust. Not in sorrow, but in still devotion.

I never asked fate "why?" I never questioned the stars.

I wore your absence not like grief— but like prayer beads.

And with every breath, I whispered to the winds— "If love is true, if souls are one— then let the stars find their course again."

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Chapter 5: The Reunion — When the Universe Speaks                                                         

It was an ordinary morning— but the wind moved differently.

I walked, as I always did, when a familiar presence brushed my gaze.

You.

You were there. Not like a memory— but like a page the universe had turned back to where we left off.

We stood, letting the silence catch up with the years.

You smiled. Not with lips, but with every breath.

No questions. No apologies. Just presence— pure, wordless, undeniable.

We stepped closer, and this time there was no distance.

Your head rested on my shoulder— and the years dissolved like dew on morning grass.

We had not reunited— we had reawakened.

It was the universe itself choosing to whisper through our breath.

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Chapter 6: The Final Truth — This Was Never Just Love                                                     

There was nothing left to say. Just silence— vast and gentle, like a sky that had finally come home to its own stars.

We sat together, not as lovers, but as souls who had always been one.

You weren’t someone I loved. You were the part of me that had wandered out only to find its way back like breath returning to the chest.

This was not a miracle. This was not a story.

This was a decision made long before time began.

We were one soul— split into bodies for a while, only to be woven again by the quiet hand of the cosmos.

This was never just love. This— was the will of the Universe.

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Epilogue: And So It Is                                                                                                                             

No more longing, no more searching, no more waiting. Only being.

Two souls. One presence. Held not by destiny, but by divine design.

Love like this needs no proof, no permission.

It exists because the stars remember. And because when the time comes, the universe whispers, "Now."

6. The Final Truth — This Was Never Just Love, This Was the Will of the Universe

 

There was nothing left to say.
No stories to explain,
no wounds to revisit.
Just silence—
vast and gentle,
like a sky that had finally come home
to its own stars.

We sat together,
not as lovers
who had conquered time,
but as souls
who had always been one—
only waiting for time
to remember.

There were no promises.
No need.
What vow can surpass
the wordless truth
of two spirits
who were never truly apart?

We had moved beyond names,
beyond roles,
beyond even longing.

You weren’t someone I loved.
You were the part of me
that had wandered out
only to find its way back
like breath returning
to the chest.

We had not reunited—
we had reawakened.

The years apart had been real,
but now they seemed
like a dream we’d both watched—
a story the universe had told itself
just to prove
how enduring love truly is.

Because some unions
are not written in fate—
they are carved
into the pulse of existence.
They are what keep the stars turning,
the oceans breathing,
the earth singing
its silent hymn.

We were not in love.
We were love—
pure, formless,
as simple as still water,
as vast as the sky.

And when I looked into your eyes
for the last time—not with fear,
not with fire—
but with that deep, final peace,
I knew.

We were never two.
We had never been.

We were one soul—
split into bodies
for a while,
only to be woven again
by the quiet hand of the cosmos.

This was not a story.
It was not a miracle.
This—
was a decision
made long before time began.

It was the universe itself
choosing to whisper
through our breath.

And so, when the winds blew soft,
and the sky turned gold,
and the world stood still—
we did not hold each other tight.

We simply were.

Two souls.
One being.
No end.
No beginning.

Only this truth:
This was never just love.
This—
was the will
of the Universe.

5. The Reunion — When the Universe Speaks

 

It was an ordinary morning—
the kind that comes
without fanfare,
without signs.

And yet,
the wind moved differently that day.
There was a hush in the trees,
a pulse beneath the stillness,
as if time itself
was holding its breath.

I walked,
as I always did,
lost in thought,
when a familiar presence
brushed my gaze.

You.

You were there.
Not like a memory—
but like a page
the universe had gently turned back
to where we left off.

You hadn’t changed.
Or perhaps you had,
but my soul recognized you
before my eyes could.

We stood,
neither reaching,
nor retreating.
Just letting the silence
catch up with the years.

And in that gaze—
the same one
that once awakened lifetimes—
something settled.
Not like lightning.
More like sunrise.

You smiled.
Not with lips,
but with every breath.
And I—
I smiled back
with everything I had carried
through the ache of absence.

No questions.
No apologies.
Just presence—
pure, wordless, undeniable.

We stepped closer,
and this time
there was no distance.
No hesitation,
no shadows
from old storms.

Your head rested on my shoulder—
and the years dissolved
like dew on morning grass.

It wasn’t a return.
It was a remembering.
A soft knowing
that love
never needed to be found—
only fulfilled.

No explanations were needed.
No recounting of wounds.
Because this—
this was not a reunion of bodies.
It was the reunion of a vow,
made beneath some other moon,
somewhere
where stars are born.

You had returned.
Not as a surprise,
but as a truth
long delayed,
never denied.

And I?
I had waited
not in hope—
but in faith.
Because I knew
the universe keeps
what it promises
to souls that carry its flame.

4. The Years of Waiting — When Love Becomes Prayer

You were gone—
and yet,
you were everywhere.

In the hush before dawn,
in the wind that brushed my cheek,
in the echo of a song
that always paused
on your favorite line.

I did not chase you—
how does one chase
what lives inside the breath?

I did not cry aloud,
but I wept silently—
in the quiet corners of time
where only the soul can speak.

Every season passed,
dressed in your memory.
Autumn wore your sighs,
Spring carried your smile,
and winter—
winter just held me close,
like you once did,
without words.

I grew older,
but not farther.
I lived on,
but not away.

I was not waiting for you
to return in body—
I was waiting
for the universe
to remember its own promise.

The world moved,
people came and went.
Laughter returned,
new dreams whispered.

But in the sanctuary
beneath all joy,
you remained—
a still flame
that never flickered.

I loved others,
perhaps,
in fleeting ways—
like clouds passing a moon.
But you—
you were my sky.

And so I waited—
not in longing,
but in trust.
Not in sorrow,
but in still devotion.

Like earth waits
for the monsoon
not knowing the hour—
but knowing,
always knowing,
that it will come.

I never asked fate
"why?"
I never questioned the stars.
For I had read your name
in their pattern—
once.

That was enough.

Because some bonds
are not held by time
or touch
or talk—
they are etched in silence,
sealed by soul,
and guarded
by the breath of the cosmos itself.

I waited
as a temple waits for light.
And in that waiting,
I became
my own offering.

I did not wear your absence
like grief—
I wore it like prayer beads.
Each moment,
a chant of your name.

And with every breath,
I whispered to the winds—
“If love is true,
if souls are one—
then let the stars
find their course again.”

3. Separation – The Invisible Walls of Fate

 

We never fought,
never turned away in anger.
There was no blame,
no burning bridge.
Only a moment—
too silent to name—
when life gently pulled us
in separate directions.

Not because we wanted it,
but because
it had to be.

Like leaves drifting
in different winds,
though born from the same branch.

We tried…
Oh, we tried—
to hold on,
to stay,
to speak louder than the silence
that had begun to gather.

But sometimes,
fate does not shout.
It just slowly
closes doors
you didn’t even see opening.

You turned away
not in retreat,
but in surrender—
to something larger,
something neither of us
could touch or turn.

I watched you walk away
like a prayer
returning to the sky—
unfinished,
yet still holy.

And I stood still—
not because I was strong,
but because my soul
was listening.

There are moments
when the universe asks
for stillness
as proof of love.

And I gave it.

I let you go,
not because I stopped loving you—
but because I loved you
so much
I wouldn’t bind your wings
to my need.

But oh—
how the days stretched
like long shadows
without your light.

The streets remained the same,
but the sky lost color.
The rain fell softer,
as if even the clouds
mourned your absence.

Yet I did not shatter.
I did not drown.

Because somewhere within,
your name remained
not as ache,
but as essence.

And I knew—
you, too,
carried a part of me.

We were not broken.
Only paused—
like music waiting
for breath.

Some loves don’t end.
They simply
take a longer road
to reunion.

And though the world forgot,
though time moved on,
I waited—
not for your return,
but for the universe
to turn the page
it once bookmarked
with our names.

2. One Soul, Two Bodies

It was not love that grew—
It was something older,
Something deeper,
as if the wind remembered
where it once had whispered.

We spoke,
but our words were only shadows
of the quiet that lived between us—
a sacred hush
in which souls listened.

We were not learning each other;
we were returning
to a truth we had once been.
You didn’t enter my life—
you awakened it.

Every glance you gave
was a door I’d known before.
Every laugh you shared
felt like a bell I’d rung
in another time,
another breath.

We never touched like lovers,
we touched like water and moonlight—
without needing form
to feel whole.

You were not in my arms,
but in my air,
in the pause between heartbeats,
in the echo between each step.

We were not in love—
we were love.

We did not plan,
we simply moved—
like two flames leaning
to find each other
in the dark.

People watched and asked,
“What is this between you?”
And we smiled,
for how could we name
what even silence
couldn’t hold?

Then came the stillness.
The shift.
The moment when something unseen
pulled us apart,
as if the world had remembered
that it was never ready
for something so true.

No blame.
No breaking.
Just a quiet unraveling
of threads woven too fine
for time to bear.

You went.
Or rather,
you were taken.

And I did not stop you.
Because how does one stop
a river that must flow?

But even as you left,
something in me remained—
not memory,
but presence.

You were not absent.
You were within.
You were every breath
I didn’t notice,
every pause that felt
like prayer.

I did not cry.
I listened.

To the echo of your being
in the spaces
you had once filled.

And somewhere,
deep beneath the hours,
I knew—
you were still mine.

Not to hold,
but to belong to.

One soul.
Two bodies.
Still tethered
by the thread
of the eternal.

1. It Was Written in the Stars

 

It was not a meeting—
It was a stirring of the skies.
A glance, and the world paused,
As if the cosmos drew a breath
To witness love’s first sigh.

No words were spoken,
Yet every silence sang.
Two eyes met—
And in that gaze,
A thousand lifetimes unfolded.

We were not strangers.
Our souls recognized
A bond the mind could not name,
A memory etched
Beyond time and form.

We walked through moments
Like threads through a loom—
Weaving destinies
With steps too soft to hear,
Yet resounding in our breath.

The universe leaned closer,
Held its stars in stillness,
For what bloomed between us
Was not love at first sight—
But a reunion foretold
In some forgotten light.

And then…
As if fate grew restless,
The winds turned.
We were torn asunder
By hands we could not see,
By storms we never summoned.

No fault.
No farewell.
Just a silence that grew
Like a shadow at dusk.

But love—
True love—
Does not die in distance.
It deepens in waiting,
Becomes prayer,
Becomes a vow without voice.

I searched for you in skies,
In songs,
In the trembling of autumn leaves.
You lived in the ache,
In the hush of every night
That remembered your name.

Years passed.
Seasons withered.
Yet something in me
Remained warm—
A flicker that whispered:
“She will return.”

And you did.

Not as a miracle,
But as the truth unfolds.
Not with noise,
But with quiet certainty—
Like dawn that keeps its promise.

We did not rush.
We did not speak.
We just stood—
As if the stars had called us home
To complete what once began.

Now I know—

This love was never ours to lose.
It was not mere chance,
Nor dream,
Nor choice.

It was the will of the universe.
It was written in the stars.
It was the destiny of souls
That never die
And never part.

कायनात का फैसला - सफर ज़िन्दगी का

 अध्याय १: पहली दृष्टि — वो स्मृति जो भीतर जन्मी थी  

वो क्षण…
जैसे सदीयों ने साँस रोकी हो,
जैसे समय अपनी गति भूल गया हो —  
जब मैंने उसे देखा
और उसने मुझे।

कोई परिचय नहीं था,
ना नाम, ना संकोच, ना शब्द —
फिर भी भीतर कुछ ऐसा था
जो थम गया…
या शायद,
जो बहुत दिनों बाद
फिर से बह निकला।

वो नहीं थी अजनबी,
उसकी आंखों में कोई पराया जल नहीं था।
वो जानती थी मुझे —
जैसे मैं किसी अधूरी कहानी का आख़िरी पन्ना था
जिसे वो पिछले जन्म में पढ़ते-पढ़ते
सो गई थी।

मैं ठिठका —
ना हर्ष था, ना भय —
बस एक शांति थी,
जैसे कोई नदी अपने सागर को पा गई हो।

उसका चेहरा…
कोई चेहरा नहीं था —
वो मेरी रूह की झलक थी।

वो मंदिर की सीढ़ियों पर खड़ी थी,
या शायद,
किसी जन्म के अंतिम वचन को लिए
अब फिर से जीवन की दहलीज़ पर आई थी।

उसने कुछ नहीं कहा,
पर उसकी नज़रों ने
मेरे भीतर कोई बहुत पुराना द्वार खोल दिया —
एक ऐसा द्वार
जिसके उस पार सिर्फ़ हम थे।

हम —
वो और मैं —
जैसे दो दीपक
जो अलग-अलग जले,
पर एक ही लौ से जन्मे थे।

उस क्षण…
सूरज धीमे चलने लगा,
हवा का स्पर्श गीता की तरह शाश्वत हो गया,
और समय ने
अपने हाथ जोड़ लिए —
क्योंकि रूहों का मिलन हो रहा था।

मुझे नहीं पता
किस भाषा में उसे पुकारा था कभी,
पर उसका उत्तर
मेरी हर साँस में बसा था।

क्या वो वही थी
जिसे मैं सपनों में बरसों से ढूँढ रहा था?
या वो सपना ही थी
जो अब देह में उतर आया था?

जो भी थी —
वो मेरी थी,
न देह की सीमा में,
न समय की गणना में,
बल्कि उस मौन में
जहाँ आत्माएँ अपने नाम भूल
सिर्फ़ एक दूसरे की धड़कनें सुनती हैं।

प्रेम नहीं था ये…
ये स्मृति थी।
उस जीवन की स्मृति,
जहाँ हम पहले ही मिल चुके थे।

अध्याय २: आत्माओं की भाषा — वो मौन संवाद जो सब कह गया

वो कुछ नहीं बोली…
और फिर भी
जैसे समूचा ब्रह्मांड उसकी नज़रों से बोल उठा।
शब्द नहीं थे,
फिर भी एक गीत भीतर गूँज रहा था —
अदृश्य, अपार, अवर्णनीय।

हम एक-दूसरे के निकट आए
बिना कोई कदम चले,
जैसे हवाओं ने हमारी दूरी को पाट दिया हो।

उसकी आँखों में
सवाल नहीं थे —
बस वो उत्तर थे
जिनकी तलाश में
मैं कई जन्मों की दहलीज़ें लांघ आया था।

कभी उसने मेरी हथेली नहीं थामी,
फिर भी मेरा हाथ थाम लिया।
कभी उसने मेरा नाम नहीं पुकारा,
पर उसकी हर साँस
मुझे ही कहती थी।

हम पास बैठे,
पर शब्दों का कोई सिलसिला नहीं चला —
बस मौन था,
गहराइयों तक उतरता हुआ मौन,
जो भाषा की सभी सीमाओं से ऊपर था।

मैंने उसे देखा…
वो दूर आकाश की ओर देख रही थी,
शायद वही देख रही थी
जो मैं भीतर महसूस कर रहा था।

और तभी…
एक पल में,
हमने बिना कहे
सारी बात कह दी।

जैसे दो राग,
अपनी-अपनी तान में सजे
एक ही स्वर में पिघल गए।

क्या यही आत्माओं की भाषा है?
जहाँ दृष्टि ही संवाद बन जाती है,
और मौन —
सबसे स्पष्ट अभिव्यक्ति?

उसके स्पर्श की कोई आवश्यकता नहीं थी,
क्योंकि उसका भाव
मेरे रुधिर में उतर चुका था।

मैं जानता था —
ये प्रेम की शुरुआत नहीं थी,
ये बस स्मृति की पुनरावृत्ति थी
किसी दिव्य संकल्प की।

हमने एक-दूजे की उपस्थिति को
शब्दों से नहीं,
आत्मा की थरथराहट से स्वीकारा।

जैसे दो बूंदें —
बारिश से पहले ही
सागर को पहचानती हैं।

वो क्षण —
एक जीवन था,
और एक जीवन
उस एक क्षण में समा गया।

हम बोले नहीं,
फिर भी सब कह दिया।
क्योंकि आत्माएँ
कभी संवाद करती नहीं —
वो बस पहचान लेती हैं।

अध्याय ३: बिछड़न — नियति की अदृश्य दीवारें

कभी-कभी प्रेम
इतना निश्छल होता है
कि वो सवाल भी नहीं करता
क्यों कोई दूर हो रहा है।

हम साथ थे…
जैसे दो दिशाएँ
एक ही सूरज के नीचे चल रही थीं —
और फिर भी
अचानक वो मोड़ आ गया
जहाँ रास्ते अलग हो जाते हैं
बिना कोई शोर किए।

न कोई झगड़ा,
न कोई शिकायत,
न कोई आँसू…
बस एक लंबी चुप्पी —
जैसे किसी मंदिर की घंटियाँ
धीरे-धीरे शांत हो जाएँ।

वो चली गई…
जैसे कोई सपना नींद से छूट जाता है,
जैसे कोई हवा
अचानक बदल ले दिशा।

मैंने रोका नहीं —
क्या रोकता?
कैसे कहता उस रूह को
जो मुझे पहले से जानती थी
कि मैं अधूरा हो जाऊँगा?

वो नहीं बिछड़ी…
हमारा वक़्त बिछड़ गया।

शहर वही रहा,
दिन वही,
सड़कें भी वैसी ही थीं,
पर उनमें उसका नाम गूंजता नहीं था अब।
उसकी परछाई
हर कोने में थी,
पर उसकी मौजूदगी नहीं।

मैंने हवाओं से पूछा —
क्या वो लौटेगी?
हवा चुप रही,
पर उसकी ख़ुशबू बहती रही
मेरे चारों ओर —
मानो उसका जाना
सिर्फ देह का निर्णय हो,
रूह तो यहीं ठहरी हो।

मैंने उसे हर ख़ामोशी में पुकारा,
हर ख्वाब में दोहराया,
हर गीत में उसका चेहरा देखा।

वो दूर थी —
पर मेरी साँसों में बसी थी।

वक़्त बीतता रहा…
और मैं धीरे-धीरे समझ गया —
कि कुछ प्रेम
पास होकर भी अधूरे होते हैं,
और कुछ आत्माएँ
दूरी में भी सबसे अधिक निकट होती हैं।

मैंने उसे भुलाने की कोशिश नहीं की,
क्योंकि
कैसे कोई आत्मा अपने ही अंश को भुला सकती है?

मैंने सिर्फ़ जीना सीख लिया —
उसकी स्मृति की रोशनी में,
उसकी मौन उपस्थिति के साए में।

कभी मंदिर की घंटियों में,
कभी बरसात की पहली बूंद में,
कभी किसी पुराने राग की तान में —
वो लौटती रही।

नियति ने हमें अलग किया,
पर हम टूटे नहीं —
हम सिर्फ़ समय में थम गए।

क्योंकि जो आत्माएँ
सच्चे प्रेम से जुड़ती हैं,
वो कभी जुदा नहीं होतीं —
वो बस प्रतीक्षा करती हैं।

अध्याय ४: वर्षों की प्रतीक्षा — जब प्रेम भी प्रार्थना बन जाता है

दिन बीते...
रातें ढलती रहीं,
पर हर सवेरा
उसकी स्मृति की रेखा लेकर आता।

मैंने उसे हर रूप में देखा —
भीड़ में किसी अजनबी की चाल में,
स्टेशन पर हवा में उड़ते आँचल में,
संगीत में किसी सुर के कांपते पल में।

पर वो खुद नहीं थी —
सिर्फ़ उसका ‘अहसास’ था।

प्रेम अब नाम नहीं माँगता था,
न कोई संदेश, न उत्तर —
वो अब एक प्रार्थना बन गया था,
जो हर साँस में मौन होकर भी
सुनाई देती थी।

मैंने उसके लौटने की उम्मीद नहीं की,
मैंने उसे याद करने का कोई नियम नहीं रखा —
पर वो
हर दिन की कोई छोटी सी हरकत बनकर
मुझमें जीवित रही।

जैसे सूरज रोज़ उगता है
बिना पूछे कि
कोई उसे देख रहा है या नहीं।

प्रेम अब उसकी उपस्थिति से नहीं,
उसकी अनुपस्थिति की पूर्णता से परिभाषित होता था।

मैं मंदिरों में नहीं गया,
पर उसकी याद में
हर दीया अपने आप जलता रहा।

मैंने उपवास नहीं रखा,
पर उसकी ख़ामोशी में
हर भूख बुझती रही।

कभी वो सपना बनकर लौटी,
कभी किसी बच्चे की मुस्कान में,
कभी कोई बूंद
मेरे गाल से यूँ लिपटी
जैसे उसकी हथेली हो।

समय बढ़ता रहा…
लोग पूछते —
क्या अब भी याद है?

मैं मुस्कुरा देता —
कैसे बताता कि अब वो याद नहीं,
वो मेरी साँसों की रचना है।

प्रेम अब पूजा नहीं,
साधना बन चुका था —
जहाँ प्रतीक्षा
किसी लक्ष्य के लिए नहीं होती,
बल्कि स्वयं प्रेम का प्रमाण बन जाती है।

हर वर्ष उसकी अनुपस्थिति ने
मेरे भीतर एक और दीपक जलाया,
एक और शब्द लिखा
उस किताब में
जो हमने मिलकर कभी शुरू की थी।

कभी उसने लौटना नहीं कहा,
फिर भी मैं जानता था —
कि लौटेगी।

क्योंकि यह प्रेम
किसी वचन पर नहीं टिका था,
बल्कि उस रूहानी धागे पर
जो जन्मों से चला आ रहा था।

और जब कोई प्रेम
प्रार्थना बन जाए,
तो ब्रह्मांड उसकी पुकार सुनता है।

अध्याय ५: पुनर्मिलन — जब ब्रह्मांड बोलता है

किसी रोज़,
एक साधारण सी सुबह
अपनी पुरानी सी चाल में चली आ रही थी —
जैसे हर दिन आता है,
नये की कोई घोषणा लिए बिना।

पर उस दिन
हवा कुछ और कह रही थी।
वो नमी...
वो कम्पन...
मानो समय कोई पुराना गीत गुनगुना रहा था।

मैं सड़क पर चल रहा था —
अपने ही खयालों में गुम,
जब मेरी दृष्टि
एक जानी-पहचानी छाया से टकराई।

वो वहीं थी —
न ज़्यादा बदली, न कम।
जैसे मेरी प्रतीक्षा ने उसे
वैसा ही बनाए रखा हो।

हम दोनों ठिठक गए —
ना कोई संवाद,
ना कोई उद्गार —
बस दो नज़रें
एक ही बीते समय में उतरती चली गईं।

उसके होठों पर
एक हल्की सी मुस्कान थी —
जिसमें प्रश्न नहीं थे,
सिर्फ़ स्वीकृति थी।

और मेरी आँखों में
ना कोई आँसू थे,
ना कोई शिकायत —
सिर्फ़ वो मौन
जो तब उपजता है
जब ब्रह्मांड
अपना वादा पूरा करता है।

हम पास आए —
पर इस बार
कोई दूरी नहीं थी।
ना देह की, ना वक़्त की, ना सोच की।

वो बस मेरी तरफ़ बढ़ी
और मेरे कंधे पर
अपना सिर टिका दिया —
जैसे कोई सूखा पेड़
बरसों बाद
फिर से हरियाली को छू ले।

ना कोई स्पष्टीकरण माँगा गया,
ना कोई सफाई दी गई।
जैसे जो होना था
वो हो गया —
क्योंकि होना ही था।

मैंने उसकी ओर देखा —
और इस बार उसकी आँखों में
वो थकी हुई प्रतीक्षा थी
जो अब विश्राम पा चुकी थी।

हम दोनों जानते थे —
यह प्रेम नहीं
जो लौट आया था,
बल्कि वही आत्मा
जिसने वादा किया था
कभी दोपहर की धूप में,
कि "मैं लौटूँगी…
क्योंकि मैं कभी गई ही नहीं।"

और वो लौट आई —
ब्रह्मांड के आदेश पर,
क्योंकि सृष्टि
सच्चे प्रेम की प्रतीक्षा करती है
सदियों तक।

अध्याय ६: अंतिम सत्य — यह प्रेम नहीं, यह कायनात का फैसला है

अब कुछ कहने को शेष नहीं था।
ना कहानी रही,
ना पात्र।
बस एक शांति थी —
जो प्रेम के हर संघर्ष के बाद
मिलती है आत्मा को।

हम एक साथ बैठे —
ना भविष्य की चिंता,
ना अतीत का बोझ।
जो कुछ था,
वो इसी क्षण में था —
पूर्ण… पवित्र… मौन।

हमने एक-दूजे को फिर नहीं बाँधा
ना नामों में,
ना रिश्तों में,
ना वादों में।

क्योंकि जो आत्माएँ
कायनात की साँसों से जुड़ती हैं,
उन्हें भाषा की ज़रूरत नहीं होती।

हम रूहें थे —
एक ही सागर की दो लहरें।
जिन्हें वक़्त ने जुदा किया था
पर अंततः
उन्हें सागर ने वापस बुला लिया।

कितने जन्म बीते होंगे
इस मिलन की प्रतीक्षा में?
कितने रूप बदले होंगे,
कितनी ज़िंदगियाँ जी होंगी?

पर इस बार
कुछ बदल गया था —
हम जान चुके थे
कि यह मिलन कोई संयोग नहीं।
यह उस दिव्य क्षण का पुनः जागरण था,
जो ब्रह्मांड के कण-कण में लिखा गया था।

हम अब प्रेमी नहीं थे —
हम स्वयं प्रेम बन चुके थे।
ना किसी क्रिया के अधीन,
ना किसी भावना में सीमित।

जैसे अग्नि, जल, वायु
बस हैं —
वैसे ही हमारा प्रेम था।

कोई विस्फोट नहीं,
कोई दीवानी तड़प नहीं —
बस एक मौन नश्वरता,
जो अमरता का द्वार खोलती है।

यह प्रेम नहीं था
जिसने हमारा मिलन किया —
यह कायनात का फैसला था।

क्योंकि कुछ रूहों को
ख़ुद ब्रह्मांड जोड़ता है —
जैसे सितारे अपनी गति जानते हैं,
जैसे वक़्त अपना चक्र पूरा करता है।

उनका मिलन —
एक चेतना का पुनरुत्थान था।
जहाँ न कोई शुरुआत थी,
न कोई अंत।

सिर्फ़ एक अखंड स्वर,
जो अनादि है,
अनंत है,
और प्रेम है —
उस रूप में
जिसे शब्द नहीं बाँध सकते।

और तभी…
जब अंतिम मौन
हमारी साँसों में उतर गया,
हमने जाना —
हम अब दो नहीं रहे।
हम कभी दो थे ही नहीं।

हम एक थे —
एक रूह, दो देह —
जिन्हें नियति ने अलग किया था
केवल यह सिद्ध करने के लिए
कि सच्चा प्रेम कभी मरता नहीं।
सच्ची रूहें कभी जुदा नहीं होतीं।
और ब्रह्मांड —
अपने वादे कभी तोड़ता नहीं।

समाप्त।
या शायद,
जीवन की असली शुरुआत।