....yaar it hurts yaar.....bohot dard hota hai...bohot jyada...itna k pagal ho jata hu...raat bhasr baith kar rota rehta hu........neend aa v jati hai toh subeh uthte hi aankho se paani behna shuru ho jata hai...I always claimed that no one has seen me crying par itna jyada roya hu uske baad k har pal apne aap ko aansuo mai hi dekhta hu....Dard bohot jyada hai....aisa lagta hai k jaise jitna pyar hai sara dard mai badal gaya hai....

Raat k 3 baj rahe hain...rote hue jab bardasht nahi hua toh ghar k mandir main baitha hu....Itne sare bhagwan k photo hain ...sab se ragad ragad kar bhikh maang raha hu k koi toh kuch kar do na yaar....koi toh is dard se rahat dila do..par kuch nahi ho raha....Jaanta hu rote rote jab thak jaunga toh hi neend aayegi...par yeh soch kar darr lag raha hai k fir kal uthne k baad aise hi dard hoga....Maalik yeh toh bohot jyada hai bohot jyada.,...hadh ki hadh se v bohot jyada...

Mai bata ya smajha nahi skta shayad itna jyada...

Agar is waqt koi samne hota toh mujhe aise rpte dekh kar apni zindagi se mayuus ho jata ..

Is kadar agar koi mere samne roye toh main usi waqt marr jaunga ya use maar kar uski taqllef se riha kara dunga.....par yaar uparwale ko v daya nahi aa rahi...sab bus muh mor kar baith gaye hain....

Arre bachche ki jaan loge kya sab mil kar..

Bus karo yaar bus karo....

bus karo Maalik bus karo........