raat ko khane ka time ho gaya tha,
sab khane ko beth gaye the dining table pe,
mein aur munira saath saath the, omar samne tha,
aur bich me farooq the. pata nahi, mein omar se nazar nahi mila rhi thi,
pata nahi kyu, muje kaisi sharam .. bas, mein najar nahi mila rahi thi.
munira aur farooq kuch baate kar rahe the, aur mein ..
mein kahi aur thi, mein kuch aur hi soch rahi thi,
kisi aur cheez ka hi jaayka le rahi thi,
woh mitha, chatpata tha, jo mere hontho pe tha .. sssssssiiiiii
aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh ... meri chut .. sssssiii
meri ankhen khul band ho rahi thi,
mein jaise nashe me thi, aur woh kaisa nasha tha ?
omar ke lund ka nasha, jo meine dekha bhi nahi tha.
omar ki chasni ka nasha, jise meine kabhi chakhi hi nahi thi,
omar ke jeebh ka nasha, jo kabhi meri chut me gayi nahi thi,
par ha .. mein bas yeh soch soch ke pagal ho rahi thi.
meine socha ki, chhii .. kaisi ma hu mein ? apne bache ke baare me esa soch rahi hu ?
muje apne aap pe ghinn aane lagi, par ..
kya karu, mein ek aurat bhi hu na.
jaise khane ki bhukh hoti hai, paani ki pyas hoti hai,
waise hi yeh ek jaroorat hai mere liye,
aur jo wo jaroorat mera beta pura karega to dikkat kya hai ?
aur phir meine omar ki aur dekha .. omar muje hi ghur raha tha.
ya bole ki .. meri ras se bhari chuchiyon ko,
jiski nipple pata nahi aaj se kuch badi ho gai ho esa lag raha tha.
koi bhi banda aaram se use dekh sakta tha ki woh ful gayi hai.