yeh to hona hi tha,
abbu jyada rok bhi nahi paaye.
unka woh bandh tut gaya,
aur saari malayi mere muh me nikal gayi.
aur meine saari malayi ek hi ghunt me
iss gale ke niche utar di.
kya hai, aisi tasty cheez ko to mein kabhi na chhodu,
aur yeh to abbu ki pehli malayi thi,
mere muh me .. to kaise chhodti ?
abbu ab buri tarh hanf rahe the.
unke seene pe kaale ghane baal the.
ha, jyada nahi par ha kaafi baal the.
woh saare gile ho chuke the.
mein kahi se ek towel le ke aayi
aur usse sukhane lagi. .. ek biwi ki tarh
abbu phir bole : tuje malum hai na,
mein tujse kabhi shaadi nahi kar sakta.
mein sirf teri aayesha se hi shadi kar sakta hu.
phir bhi tu ...
meine yeh sunke sharma ke aakhen jhuka di.
phir mein boli : shadi nahi kar sakte,
pyar karne ko kisne roka hai.