Bonds of togetherness and prosperity

Life surrounds you with people of all kinds, in moments both fleeting and deep

Some arrive as strangers, unknown, with promises they silently keep

Some good, some sweet, some sour, some just like beautiful rhymes

Yet a few walk in quietly… and change the course of our times

Instruments of the same Institute

These bonds are there without a major dispute

Either they teach you by being cute

Or they stand by you, absolute

These bonds either teach

Or they come and preach

But some, without a word, simply reach

And turn distant hearts into something within reach

Some start with you in the race of life to succeed

Others, like passing winds, barely leave a trace indeed

But a rare few arrive unknown, with no name to defend

And slowly become a home… a bond that will never bend

They come so pure, they blend without a seam

Turning moments of life into a shared dream

Not born in blood, yet closer than kin can ever pretend

They become brother, sister, parent… and a forever friend

In a world where ties often break and bend

Such souls redefine what it means to transcend

From unknown paths to a place they now command

They become family… not by fate, but by heart and hand

A man’s greatest strength lies not in wealth or fame

But in such bonds that ask for nothing, yet give all the same

From sharing meals to journeys that endlessly expand

Life feels lighter… like a feather held in a trusted hand 🪶

✨ “Ajnabee se Aatma Tak” ✨

Ek ajnabee mila tha zindagi ke raste par,

Kaam tha chhota sa, par likh diya Rab ne rishta umar bhar.

Client ban kar aaya, dost banke thahar gaya,

Phir yu hi waqt ke saath saath ghar ka hissa ban gaya.

Case se shuru hua safar, par faisla kuch aur hi tha—

Hum dono ka likha hua nasib, ek hi raasta tha.

Dheere dheere woh saaya ban gaya,

Aur main uski parchhayi ho gaya—

Do shareer the par ek hi rooh ka ghar ho gaya.

Kadam saath chale, sapne saath sawarne lage,

Do parivaar ek hone lage,

Aur dil se bade bhai ka pyaar ujagar hone laga.

Uski godh mein sir rakh kar aaj bhi sukoon milta hai,

Uska saath mere har tootay hue pal ko jod deta hai.

Yeh rishta kagaz se nahi, kismet se likha gaya—

Jahan pyaar ka har ehsaas “Bawa” ke naam se saj gaya.

Aaj uske janamdin par bas itna kehna hai—

Rab ko shukr hai ki usne mujhe woh insaan diya,

Jo meri zindagi ka sabse khoobsurat hissa ban gaya.

✨ “Do Jism, Ek Jaan” ✨

Woh pehle sirf mila tha,

Par baad mein samajh aaya—

Kuch log milne nahi, zindagi badalne aate hain.

Woh dost bana, phir bhai, phir saarthi,

Aur aaj meri rooh ka woh hissa hai jo kabhi alag nahi hota.

Kaam ka safar ho ya zindagi ka,

Hum dono ek hi dhadkan ke do matangon jaisa—

Do jism, par ek hi jaan ka safar likha gaya.

Woh mere iraadon ka hausla,

Mere gusse ka thehraav,

Mere dard ka marham,

Mere sapnon ka sath ban gaya.

Na khoon ka na naam ka rishta—

Bas rab ne duaon ke beech ek naya parivaar likh diya.

Aaj Uske ke naam ek dua nikalti hai dil se

Ki saath humara kabhi toot na paye,

Safar hamara kabhi ruk na jaye,

Aur hum dono ke kadam hamesha ek hi manzil ki taraf badhte rahe.

Tu sirf bhai nahi,

Meri zindagi ki sabse sachchi dua hai. 🔱

Some people arrive like storms

Some people arrive like storms—

announcing themselves with thunder,
demanding to be remembered.

And then…
there are souls who enter like silence.
No noise, no warning—
just a presence so gentle
you don’t realise
they’ve changed your world
until it already has.

You came like that.
An ajnabee…
just another face on destiny’s crowded road.

There was no prophecy,
no grand beginning—
just a moment,
a task,
a classroom echo of something ordinary.

But somewhere beyond us,
kismat had already written
what we couldn’t even imagine.

A colleague…
turned into a friend.
A friend…
into a companion.
A companion…
into something far beyond definition—

A brother when I needed strength,
a sister when I needed care,
a father when I needed guidance,
a partner when I needed someone to stand beside me,
and at times…
even the calm of a wife-like presence
that made life feel complete.

Waqt ne sach mein karishma dikhaaya—
saath chalna, saath rehna bana,
aur phir saath rehna…
saath jeena ho gaya.

You became my shadow—
so constant, so grounding,
that somewhere along the way
I stopped seeing where you ended
and where I began.

Do jism…
par ek rooh.

No ink, no signatures—
just a bond written quietly
on the pages of fate.

Families blended like they were always meant to,
love flowed without asking,
respect grew without limits.

Because some bonds are made of emotions—
but the rare ones…
are made of truth.

And this—
this was the purest love
I have ever known.

Not loud.
Not demanding.
Not needing proof.

Just… existing.
Like breath.
Like heartbeat.
Like something eternal.

And yet—
life writes more than one story at a time.

Somewhere in its rhythm,
I found another moment—
a glance that changed everything.

Not a fairytale.
Not a fantasy.

But a shift—
so quiet, so deep,
that by the time I understood it…
it had already become permanent.

Love at first sight—
not the kind people talk about,
but the kind that rewrites your soul
without asking permission.

And since that moment…
nothing changed.

Not my vision.
Not my loyalty.
Not the feeling that stayed,
untouched by time.

Eight years…

Eight silent years—
that still echo inside me.

Sometimes like a wound,
sometimes like a warmth
I never want to lose.

A silence that doesn’t regret—
but remembers.

Because some moments
are so beautifully complete,
they don’t need a continuation
to last forever.

I owe an apology—
for the distance,
for the silence,
for the words I never spoke.

But I also owe gratitude—
for the glances,
the presence,
the quiet magic
that made life feel lighter
than it really was.

Because true love…
was never about holding on.

It was never about possession.
Never about expectation.

True love is this—

To carry someone within you
without needing them beside you.

To stay loyal
even when life takes different turns.

To let time bend the story…
but never break the feeling.

And if someday
the world dares to define love—

let it not be the loud stories,
or the perfect endings.

Let it be this—

A stranger
who became my heartbeat.

A soul
who became my home.

And a love…
that survived eight years of silence
without fading
even once.

Jaan Hai Toh Jahan Hai

Khuda ki imaamat hai ye zindagi,

Har saans mein chhupi hai ek bandagi,

Raahon mein chahe ho kitni bhi kami,

Uski rehmat se hi roshan hai ye zindagi.

Har mod pe likhi ek nayi kahaani,

Gham ho ya ho khushiyon ki roshni,

Usi ki rehnumai mein chalti zindagi.

Khuda ki imaamat hai ye zindagi,

Na dar, na shikwa, bas bandagi,

Jo bhi mila hai, uski marzi,

Usi ki rehmat hai ye zindagi.

✨ “Woh Pehli Nazar Ka Vaada” ✨

Ek ajnabee si mili thi raste par,

par us ek nazar ne saansen rok di thi.

Kaam se aayi thi woh,

par dil ke darwaze par apni dhadkan rakh gayi thi.

Us pal se lekar aaj tak,

na nazar badli, na faisla.

Pehli nazar ka pyaar tha—

jo aaj bhi meri rooh ka saaya ban kar saath chalta hai.

Waqt ke saath hum badle,

raaste badle,

par wo ehsaas… kabhi nahi badla.

Dil ne uss shaks ko is tarah thaama,

jaise rab ne ek hi rooh ke do tukde bana kar bheje hon.

Fir ek din khamoshi beech me aa baithi,

8 saal ka lamba sannata.

Par ajeeb baat ye hai—

ye khamoshi dard bhi deti hai,

aur muskurane ki wajah bhi ban jaati hai…

kyunki yaadon ka noor ab bhi utna hi roshan hai.

**True love ka matlab shayad yehi hota hai—

jo reh na paye, par dil se jaa bhi na paye.

Jo waqt ke saath dhundhla nahi hota,

balki umron tak dua

✨ “Woh Pal Jo Zindagi Ban Gaye” ✨

Kabhi kabhi zindagi apni marzi se kisi ko bhej deti hai—bina kisi announcement ke, bina kisi wajah ke.

Woh bhi ek ajnabee hi thi… bas ek kaam ke silsile mein mili, ek chhota sa mulaqat sa.

Par shayad Rab ne usi lamhe mein kuch aur likh diya tha.

Ek rishta… jo kagaz se nahi, kismet se bandha gaya tha.

Pehli baar aankhon ka milna hi kaafi tha.

Usi ek pal ne meri zindagi ka rukh badal diya.

Dil ne bina pooche faisla kar liya—

yeh hi hai… aur isse badalne ki koshish bhi na kar paunga.

Waqt ke saath hum dono ke beech jo bhi tha,

wo sirf aate-jaate lamhon ka saath nahi tha—

wo ek ehsaas tha jo zindagi ka hissa ban gaya.

Ek saaya tha jo mere saath chalta tha,

ek parchhayi thi jiske bina meri khud ki roshni adhoori thi.

Sapne saath sawarne lage, raaste saath muḍne lage.

Dooriyon ke bawajood dil ek hi hisaab se dhadakta raha.

Kabhi humne naam nahi diya, kabhi lafzon mein nahi bandh paaye,

par jo tha… wo itna gehra tha ki aaj bhi saanson mein basa hua hai.

Phir zindagi apne tareeke se badli,

raaste alag ho gaye,

aur hum dono chup ho gaye.

Woh 8 saal ki khamoshi—

dard bhi deti hai, par muskurahat bhi,

kyunki us khamoshi ke beech wo saare khoobsurat pal chhupe hain

jo aaj bhi yaadon ki mehfil mein sitaaron ki tarah chamakte hain.

Aaj samajh aata hai—

us pal ka pyaar hi sachcha tha.

Wo pyaar jo kabhi khatam nahi hota,

sirf ek kone mein chup kar duaon ki tarah jeeta rehta hai.

True love ki definition shayad yahi hoti hai—

na milna zaroori, na saath rehna zaroori,

bas kisi ek chehre ka soch lena hi dil ko poora kar de.

Wo pyaar jo umron tak yaad ban kar rehta hai,

aur har saans me ek halka sa ehsaas de jaata hai ki

haan… kabhi mera dil kisi ko is tarah chuna tha.

Aaj bhi, jab zindagi ruk kar peeche dekhti hai,

mujhe woh ek mulaqat, woh ek nazar,

woh ek pal yaad aa jaata hai…

jahan se sab shuru hua tha,

aur jahan se main aaj tak khud ko wapas lauta nahi paaya.

Agar koi pyaar zamaanon tak define hoga,

to shayad wo hamare un kuch lamhon ka hi hoga—

jo chhote the, par zindagi ban gaye.