desi chora

Beth jata hu mitti pe aksar.. kyo ki mujhe apna auquat acha lagta hai... Maine samandar se sikha h jeene ka tarika... chup chaap behna or apna mouj me rehna... Aisa nhi h ki mujh m koi aeb nhi h...par such kehta hu ... mujh m koi fareb nhi h... jal jate h mere andaaz se mere dushman...kyo ki ek muddat se maine na mohabbat badla na dost badle.... Ek ghadi kharid kr haat m kya bandha waqt piche hi pr gya mere... sochta tha ghar bana kr rahungaa sukun se pr ghar ki jarurto ne musafir bana dala... sukun ki baat mat kr a gaalib bachpan wala aitbaar ab nahi aata.. shouk to maa baap ke paise se pure hote hai apne paise se to bas zarurte hi puri ho pate h.. zindgai ki bhag dour m kyo waqt ke sath rangat kho jaati h hasti khelti bhi zindgai bhi aam ho jati h... Ek sawera tha jab hans ke uthte the hum aur aaj kai baar bina muskarae hi shaam ho jati h... kitne dur nikal gye rishton ko nibhate nibhate khood ko kho dya humne apno ko paate paate.. Log kehte h hum muskurate bohot h aur hum thak gye dard ko chupate chupate ... khus hu aur sb ko khus rakhne ka korsis karta hu.. Laparwah hu fir. bhi sab ka parwa karta hu maaloom h koi mol nhi mera fir bhi kuch anmol logo se rishte rakhta hu.. Beth jata hu mitti pe akshar kyo ki mujhe apna auqaat achaa lagta h.......