Bahut khush hoon per aankhon mein aanson hai...
Ek lambi udaan bharni hai apne ghosle ki taraf ....
Vo ghosla jo kabhi fadfada kar choda tha....
Ajab hai mera ghosla ....
Har tinka naya aur chamakdaar nahin hai ...
Kuch saboot bhi nahin ...
Per ma-papa ki zid per sab taane-baane mein shamil hai....
Vo zid jisne humein banaya, udna sikhaya ...
Ek astitva diya...
Ek samajhdari se bhara sar diya aur usko buland rakhne ka hausla.....
Hausla.... Jo ab toot sa raha hai...
Kai baar ro chuki hoon subah se ...
Aur abhi bhi aanson thamte nahin...
Dam ghut raha hai us purane band pade, behen aur mere kamre mein saans lene ko
Aankhein baras rahi hai bina webcam per dhundlayi papa ki tasveer dekhne ko...
Vo ehsaan jab tv room mein ma purani kursi ka hattha pakad se dheere se meri saath walli kursi per baithegi...
Wahan ja ke sab badal jayega....
Samajhdari ki baatein karongi....
Khaasi ho gayi hai.... Jab khasongi wahan to papa pareshaan honge, gussa bhi karenge ...
Mummy jhunjhlayegi ki itne din baad aa ke bhi bas Tv dekhti hai...
papa saath denge yeh keh ke, ki bachche ko wahan indian channel kahan milte hain...
Main mann hi mann ginongi wapas aane ke din aur tadpongi yeh soch soch ke ki main kyun udi....
Aur kaise mera aasman is ghosle ke aage kuch bhi nahin hai....
