Roshani Chand se hoti hai sitaro.n se nahi,

Mohabbat Ek se hoti hai hajaro.n se nahi.

Who said that? I didn’t. Did you? But somebody did. I think the statement made through the above couplet is not only incorrect but a thought highly nebulous and phony. It is now well established/ settled that the Chand (moon) does not have light of its own and it only reflects the light falling on it from the Sun. The Sun, in turn, is a sitara (star), and all stars are suns having their own solar system(s) i.e. the planets, their satellites etc., and they emit light/heat of their own. Therefore, it is scientifically erroneous  to say that moon gives light and stars do not.

Now let us consider the next limb of the statement- mohabbat ek se hoti hai…... This again is wrong and fallacious. One cannot love one thing or person and ignore others. If a person is in love he loves everybody and everything. Loving `one’ is not love but a form of lust. It is said that love knows no bounds and a person in love feels light, elated and boundless/ limitless. But those who restrict their so-called love to one, feel bounded/ hemmed in, and with the weight of the relationship tend to fall. That is why, perhaps, people say- he/she has fallen in love. There is no reason why people should fall in love. Rather they should rise in love. And some do. These are the people whose Mohabbat becomes Ibadat. They love and just love, not anybody or anything in particular but everything and everybody, the whole universe. They become LOVE themselves. As regard love it is superbly expressed:

Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud.
It is the Morning and the Evening Star.
It shines upon the cradle of the babe,
and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb.
It is the mother of Art,
inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home,
kindler of every fire on every hearth.
It was the first to dream of immortality.
It fills the world with melody,
for Music is the voice of Love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter,
that changes worthless things to joy,
and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay.
It is the perfume of the wondrous flower -- the heart
and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon,
we are less than beasts;
but with it, earth is heaven
and we are gods.