Bojh

Bolo mere saath ik raat jo beeti ke abb tum dil ka ek hissa bann chuke ho. Iss ehsaas se main tumhare paas pohncha, iss sach ke saath per tumne mujhe isska mol nahee diya. Buss dard, buss berukhi.

Tumhari wajah se nahee, buss abb apni wajoohat aur apne masahil main ghir kar maine faisla ker liya hai ke buss, abb aur nahee. Buss. Nau saal pehle shuru hui yay kahani abb daire main gol ghoomti ussi mod pe aake ruk gayee hai aur sochta hoon kya karoon - kya daire main gol ghoomta rahoon ya ankhen khol ke apni zimmedariyon ko pehchanoon. Ke abb zyada der baaqi nahee. Armaanon ka galla ghonton to zindagi kaisi? Per yoonhee jeeta rahon to mustaqbil kaisa? Na tehzeeb ko thukra sakta hoon, na ehsaasat ko. Ye mera bojh hai.