Friday, 16 November 2012

Teenattention!!!

Parents need to understand a thing that their children shall do what they want!with or without their concern!So why not allow them to do with your permission! at least you will be aware what they're doing.. Don't compare and insult your children, they possess their own individuality. Rather help him finding his X factor and support him to develop and excel in that!! 


..but it DOES NOT mean, that permission to be taken for granted by the teens NO! respect what your parents decide!yelling upon them won't solve the problem and will make the situation worst..Dear budding adults,you need to understand, THEY ARE YOUR PARENTS, NOT YOUR KIDS!SO! stop considering yourself to be a big daddy/mommy..!harmony in family are the steps taken by both the parties!family is to love, don't make it a jail to suffocate the souls!

stay happy!

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

" I Got a Friend In Six Thousand "

“I Got a Friend In 6K only”







10/11/12
Saturday,
6:52 PM
Outside Wenger’s,
Connaught Place,
New Delhi.

It is quite strange and unscrupulous as well. A conservative, Middle Class girl like me, spending whole day followed by night in a hotel room with a male escort… Without the expected intimacy..!!

I am Veda, Twenty Six years single girl; born and grown up in Lucknow. I work with a software developing company in Gurgaon. I stay alone in a working women’s hostel in CP. I had an off today. Lucky me! I’m fascinated by this place. Almost after two weeks, I am able to take out time from my busy and hectic office schedule.
Today is the day for mutton patty. I’m a hardcore non-vegetarian.

It was either Delhi or Bangalore I dreamt about. After completing my Masters in Computer Application from University of Lucknow, I got a job here, in NCR.

Just like every other immigrants, I also felt alienated. No friends, no relatives, no lover and no crush. Although I loved the place but Delhi is nothing without friends. I’m not a loner. I do not crib about not having a group of ‘halla machaoing’ friends but yes some like minded colleagues and a few Non-veggie meal companions.

Anyways, coming back to the mutton patty.

My taste of the month or say it is something that invigorates me to have a life in Delhi, Connaught Place.

I always flummox myself with these circles. For a lot time I took the inner gallery as “Inner Circle” and the Main road as “Outer Circle”.
C.P is confusing. All an alien can do is to roam round-and-round in gallery, from one block to another.
“Okay... Wenger’s is in A block.. Umm... And I’m standing in front of the Jain Books... So... Right or left... Aggrrh...
“Excuse me... Where’s Wenger’s?” I asked someone.
“There! Cross the road.” Replied the young Gentleman with a backpack.
I thanked him with smile and aviated like a hen to my earthworm. (Yuck! I can’t be that Non-vegan!)

And here is my heaven. It was Warm, smelling delicious and mouth watering. A smel, which actually stupefies you. You forget the clique in the patisserie.

“Damn! It’s Just 11:40 am and only one Patty left!!!”
As I planned to attack it after the struggle to reach at the cash counter in the ‘gangs of chatorpur’ paying the ransom to rescue the patty, I saw a hand moving towards it behind the glasses and a slow motion scene rolled in my mind with a background voice of “Nooo…”

A Contrabass Violin looking ‘Mallu’ female had the fortune!
I hate that lady. Yes, I do. That was my patty. And that tuneless Double bassed lady took it.
‘I will fight for it.’ I made up my mind.
“Bhaiya.. mera order tha..” I said making a puppy face- a bad ass puppy!
The man stood speechless for a while. The lady escaped silently smelling the mess and I kept standing with anger coated question in my eyes.

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

She's on periods by Himmilicious




Oops..!! She's on periods..!!



Well... By now you all must have a girlfriend(s) and most of you must be married. And for those who’re single, here’s the mantra to be THE BESTHALF to your lady! You often get pissed off at your woman’s irritating behavior all of a sudden. She makes an issue of almost anything, fights with you, doesn't talk to you, yells, cries, talk negative and depressive, some may lead to talk about suicide and some actually go mad!
Well my dear male friends, You need to understand the “XX CHROMOSOME” She ( the whole women community) behaves “STUPID” before and during their periods! I’m not writing anything new or unknown or some kind of “Hawww” thing. It’s just a simple, helpful article for the betterment of your relationship!

WHY THIS KOLAVERI DI….????

Well... This is called PMS, or premenstrual syndrome, means the symptoms that some females get before (and sometimes during) their periods.

These symptoms are caused by CHANGING HORMONE LEVELS. She might get headaches, depression, food cravings, backaches, moodiness, breast tenderness, a bloated feeling or weight gain, pain in the joints, and general tiredness. She may have cravings for sugar, salty foods or chocolate before menstruation. Actually almost anything!!!!!! The changing levels of hormones that control the menstrual cycle may lead her to hogging her food. She can eat.. Eat.. Eat and eat (including your brains) and SHALL COMPLAINT about her weight gain. MEANS.. SHE WON’T FEEL GOOD AT ALL..!!

What you can do..? Um.. Make her a good cup of coffee (or whatever she takes) and grab her in your arms... 


UNDERSTAND HER:
yeah!! She needs you to listen.. Actually she wants you to SHUT THE FUCK UP! I know it’s kinda boring to listen to a crap of the girls when they talk about her neighbours’ dog and for her being a LOOSER because she doesn't have one! Makes sense?? NO! I know!! :)
BE WITH HER: Okay, It is next to impossible. She might not like your presence, she gets annoyed with you, yet she wants you to be her side and she will be pissed off with you for being there with her. :) Confusing?? Isn't it? Ha-ha!!
Friends, you please be calm and loving.. Don’t shout! Don’t be harsh!TOLERATE HER be with her! She needs you! Your girl just wants to be treated special. She is emotionally down. Her Body aches and there’s restlessness. She doesn't have balls but balls to face physical problems more that men!! She does a lot for you for the whole month... Doesn't she?

MAKE HER CRY OR LAUGH: I certainly do not suggest you to fight... please! Just provide with some outlet to her emotions. Make her cry with emotional talks, make her laugh with jokes, give her massage (if you’re physically present) in case you’re not available AT LEAST YOU CAN BE NICE ON PHONE. let her burst her anger on you or DO SEX! 

Umm yes... mostly Women are numb and can’t get sexually arouse but some are wild! (Good for you) what nature she posses.. You know better! Well to sum up, I’d say DON’T GIVE HER LECTURES or DON’T COMPLAINT about her Bad behaviour, you will just make the situation worst.

She may hate you! Trust me she will, if you don’t understand her. She may seek emotional dependency from any other male friend (which is worst than making Physical Relationship) She may disrespect you. Or she may commit suicide (in extreme depressive case)
No medicine can help it. The only this that can help is you LOVE and sweet nature. I’m sure you’re caring and that’s why she’s with you. She has chosen you to be her life partner. She gives you all the physical and mental pleasures now she needs you!

Men do not understand how complicated women’s health is. She’s not a robot or she’s not born to be a provider. She is a human being, most delicate and precious to you... Sometimes... all she needs you to hide her into your arms. She can’t explain the pain, when you shout on her, especially when she needs you the most... (Usually it’s a disgust feeling of giving her life to a wrong man) Don’t let your angel to be an evil by not understanding her... Relationship is always two ways... you know it better that me.. because you’re living it.

have a happy love life..

Monday, 17 September 2012

"The Knot" -A Relationship beyond marriage by Himmilicious

MARRIAGES ARE MADE IN HEAVEN, BUT LIVED HERE, IN THE BEDROOM

Trust me.. I wasn't angry today when he came back from office.. Late.. I opened the door and gave him a cold smile. He was used to for my on the roller coaster behavior but today he just got smile..
The cold smile..
As per daily behavior, I kept his towel, kurta and satin Lungi on the chair near the bathroom..
Amit got relieved from all office stuffs and said while entering the bathroom..
"biwi.. Khane me kya banya hai aaj.."
I heard his voice but was lost somewhere so answered with a pause..
"aalu gobhi aur mutter pulaw.. Roti bana rahi hu.."
"main sirf do Roti hi khaunga.."
"ji.."
and my voice faded with the sound of shower..

Don't know what I was thinking but certainly not in kitchen. Wasn't able to feel anything.. Everything was mute.. Deep silence.. Black out and no expression..

I wasn't angry at all..

I served the food on table and he came out, wet hair, wet body, water rolling down from his chest and the towel wrapped around his lower body..
He came out of bathroom and stood upon the mat to get the water soaked.
Threw a glance on me and smiled, I too looked at him and understood his demands before his dinner..

He wanted my tongue to roll over his body.. He wanted me to kneel down and look into his eyes while my throat is choked!
He wanted to eat me before his supper..
I looked into his eyes and manipulatively said

"khana thanda ho raha hai kha lijiye"
..and He gave his cunning smile. I interpreted it correct.

He meant it.. Yes.. ' take your time baby.. You'll be eaten sooner or later.. You know it.. I'm hungry for you.. Every night.."

I served the food in two plates while he was juggling his fingers through news channels..
We started eating food and He said..

"biwi.. Love your taste yaar.. Nice sabzi.. I'll have it in morning too.."

I thanked him by smile..
..and He shuffled more channels..
I hardly watch television or any daily soaps!
He stopped at his "transporter 2' star world.

‘Means he won't leave the couch before 12.40.. I talked to myself.. It’s almost 19th time he's watching this movie.. And his favourite dialogue.. "NEVER MESS UP WITH A GENTLEMAN'S COAT"

I finished the dinner and went inside to close my cookery world..
I was lost in rubbing the utensils and He came into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around my waist and started rubbing his lower body to my butts..
"wanna go for a drive baby"
oh..! What an arousing hissing voice near my ears, and I felt his warm breaths around my neck.. That gave me Goosebumps..
"nai.. Fir kabhi.. Aaj thoda thak gayi hu.." I replied sweetly.
He came more near me and started moving his hands on my abdomen, waist and love handles.. And He kissed my back neck..
"kyu.. Kya hua.."

".. Nothing.." I said in stammering voice as he tried to insert his hands into my blouse..

Its not only bed reserved for making love.. Kitchen.. Where the romance of hands and food starts may lead to the connection of souls..
..as he entered his hands into my blouse, I forgot to exhale.
Argument between my eyes and consciousness began. His touch was making me unconscious. It’s been long we got married but every night he gives me a new experience.

Today.. I wasn't in mood at all and trust me I wasn't angry too.. It was just I was thoughtless.
His fingers started tickling the point and his palm started grabbing the flesh

from my upper body..
In broken breaths and broken voice I said..

"thoda ruk Jaiye.."
"ssshhh.." and he turned me, face to face.. It was a lip lock..!!

All I could say was some choked voice of powerless protest. I couldn't touch him to push back as all my hands were messed in vim liquid.
His hands grabbing my flesh and body pushing me more towards the slab that its edge started hurting my hips..
And he bite my lips..

"aah.." he noticed the pain! Stepped back but with a smile.. I rubbed my back wrist over my lips just to see if it’s bleeding!

"kuchh Nai huaa.." he answered teasingly reading the complaint into my slightly wet eyes..

Again he asked.. "chalna hai? Wanna go for a drive? India gate?"
"tch.. Na.." I said..

He walked towards the bedroom from kitchen, picked up the television remote from the outer slab, then his Lungi and kurta..

"Jaldi kaam khatam karo toh.. Kulfi khane chal rahe hain.."

I din't say anything.. It was his wish.. And I fastened myself to wrap up the kitchen..
..as he wished to go for a drive, I also made my mind to accompany him but don't know why the same blank feeling was residing inside my heart. I was doing all activities naturally as if I'm pre-fed with the data and working on auto mode.

I wanted to talk to him.. Actually I wanted him to understand me by his own. Love, he was making, was okay but It couldn't give the orgasm the tsunami into my heart..

Staring into my eyes in mirror and lost in thoughts I didn't notice he was trying to read me, standing at the entrance of our bedroom and smiling, looking at my combing reflection..

The chain of thoughts broke and I looked at him, realizing that I'm taking more than the required time. I clutched my hair and mend the Saree plates.

"just ask me once in your soft voice, hiding me into your chest, dig the thing out.. Just once.."

I thought with a deep exhale.. Smiled and said "chalein.."

He looked himself in mirror, then looked at me, corrected my bindi and gave a peck on my forehead.. "haan ji.. Chalo biwi.."

and my steps followed him..

Getting into the car I noticed something strange.. A strange fragrance.. It wasn't his.. A female perfume!!!
I blinked my eyes and wrinkles covered my forehead but within a span of a few seconds I behaved normal.He was humming his favorite Galib's ghazal

"har ek baat pe kehte ho ki tu kya hai.. Tuhi bata ye andaaz-e-guftgu kya hai.."and he winked at me as he keyed the engine..

I, as any normal, possessive wife, started making the devil's castle about him being a cheat.

Summi..? Ritika.. Or jyotsna.. I started recollecting all his colleagues,Known females, Even I reached the females of his school time crush!!!
Gosh.. So very womanish me.. Born Sherlock Holmes behaving like ACP Pradyumna!!

Meanwhile he was sharing his office things.. Which I hardly bothered to pay attention and trust me.. I even forgot my own lava inside my heart.
Everything in my mind was the fragrance!!

I opened the dashboard and closed it.. My eyes started searching for female hair over the seats, Tried looking at the back seat as well but he slid his palm between my thighs over the Saree and said

"kya baat hai.. Aaj humari jaan ne kaandhe par sar Nahi rakha.. Koi khata ho gayi kya humse biwi.."
"Nahi.. Aisa toh Kuch Nahi hai.. And I kept my head over his shoulder in usual style and slid my hand into her kurta to touch his chest..

I just love his chest hair.. So manly that it always turns me on.. And the way I move my hand, It turns him on too..

I clearly noticed he could take the aroma of my skin.. His most favourite thing.. He loves the aroma of my skin and specially my hair..
He kissed my head..
And I closed my eyes.. Serenity is what I get always by hiding into his broad chest..

He stopped his car over a dark place and I opened my eyes..
"what happen?" Asked I, assuming if the car broke down..
He moved towards me and held my neck, tilted it a bit and smooched me again..
A deep, soft, sloppy kiss it was.. I too got lost in it and scrolled my hands into his hair, started sucking his lips and taking his tongue deep inside my throat..
I pushed him back to breath and he said
"Jyoti..let’s go to the back seat.."

gosh.. Were we going to live our college days again?
Far away from home into this dark, lonely place..
What's next..

Dear Friends
Thank you for all the love you pondered upon me.
⁂ "THE KNOT- A Relationship Beyond Marriage" ⁂
The story you read in three episodes (on my page – www.facebook.com/himmilicious ) and liked a lot is all ready to get published!

Its a story confined to a couple sharing sweet and sour moments of married life, how they live and relive their married life, fight, make love, go wild, support each other and the twists they get into their relation...
I'm sure every woman wants a husband like Amit and every male crave for a love like Jyoti..
A husband who plays the part of a Father, Brother, Kid and a Boyfriend to his woman who's a Mother to him in kitchen, a sister to him when he's sad, a daughter to him when he wants to laugh and a damsel to him in his bed..

No special born but an ordinary couple like you and your beloved..








Sunday, 19 August 2012

.. and SHE "Loved" 13 men , 14th could be you!!






These DTC busses are the curse of Delhi.
A daily mob of lower and middle class people stuffing in like cotton making space in a pillow for itself after beating up. I too was a cotton ball among them. 544 from south extension, daily I used to get up and get down there.. Had my PG there, working in some office and earning a few k bucks was my life..
Rainy day it was and I, as usual wearing my tight churidaar, trying to save my head with a blue file.
Wow.. All I could say when a royal blue BMW stopped at the bus stop. For a while I got lost in thoughts.. The comfort.. Luxurious life.. A handsome man.. Cash.. Attitude.. Pride.. Being classy etc. was Kinda daily dreamy 'haidrabadi Biriyani' for me.. And to be honest like every next girl I also used to think of choosing the easy way *RICH BOYFRIEND*
The sweet melodious horn of BMW poked me out of the dream.. Ewww.. Driver!!! I bent a bit and saw him. "Huh.. I thought there must be some hunk.." and after some 'golden moments' a lady with big ass came and rode over it.. 'Huh.. Must be some rich Punjaban..' I frowned virtually at her..
I got demoralized after as the 'car' got vanished from my eyes taking that 'mottalli' in it.. The wet mob tried to get aside and some idiot pig faced monkey stepped on my toe.. "Ouch.. Dekh kar nahi Chala jata" and no-one bothered!!! Oh.. 544.. Lets struggle Richa.. I said to myself and rushed towards the 'lohe ki Bhains" but all planning, dreams, ideas, or whatever coming into my mind to get a luxurious life..
Mr Kriplani??? He's a rich and horny bastard and always drools after me too.. Ummm.. Actually he drools after every female.. These men are like that only.. Wife Getting fatter at home and they're tired to missionary positions! Eh! And Nokia ringtone slaps her out of her ideas.. "Hello.. Yea baby.. Good morning.. Yes yes.. On the way to office.. Ya.. Same dtc.. I'll.. I'll call you in a while.." She got goosebumps.. Wtf I was thinking of.. Shitt.. No.. And she started sweating.. Nervous..
Half wet shoulders, mud printed churidaar, messed up chappals and her kaajal bit light to her left eye.. She reached office. Tired, frustrated but smiling and greeting, reading eyes and expressions of Ratnesh, Subroto, Peps and other men, catching hold on her wet boobs and ass, she walked towards her bay..
"hunfff.. She banged her blue plastic folder over her desk and threw her head at the back of Her chair, sat for one minute with closed eyes.. Again she sat straight actively and grabbed her phone.. "I've reached office baby.. Love you a lot.. Will call you soon..' she sent a routine text to Pawan, her boyfriend.
"Hey.. Late?" "Oh yeah.. Hi good morning.. Ya .. Traffic and water logging.. Where's he? "Ha-ha.. Hmm.. Just reached.. Seems had a fight again with his wife at breakfast.." "This man seems to eat daily Chappals in three-timed food.. He deserves it.. Tharki saala.."
And they both giggled.. Rudrakshi, her colleague, skinny female always in wraparounds and ghagras, big smoky eyes, curly hair falling over her shoulders, carrying a jhola bag and different bright colors.. Dusk but clean faced, no scars and pimples, small breast hid under big ornaments.. And a regular chutki eater.. Yes.. This was Rudrakshi.. Ruchi opened her drawer and took out a small mirror to see her face and mend her makeup..
"shit.. I must not go to these experimented kaajals.. she removed and rubbed a bit more Kohl along her lashes.. Dragged her bra strap and stretched her kurta.. Gave a Winky smile to Rudrakshi and took all files to head towards Mr. Kriplani's cabin..
Kriplani aka 'criblani' a 40+ Sindhi man who drives Ruchi's favorite 'royal blue angel' Sexually, emotionally, professionally frustrated man, who hates her fat white wife more than his three days stinking socks, flaunts his richness and always fails to capture a 'doe'..
"Come in.. And he burped.. Ruchi banged the files on her head.. Shit.. Not again he had chhole.. "Good morning sir.." and she gave forced smile to criblani..

Ruchi meets Arjun..

She was peeping inside the bathroom from the gap between the doors. This was the first time she saw any man taking a bath.. Stared, gazed or amazed! God knows but she could feel the butterflies inside her stomach. A lunch box in hand, she actually came to Rudrakshi's place with Rajma she tried.. And caught Rudrakshi's brother Arjun taking bath. Tall 6 foot man with neck length black hair, dusk and nNaturally well build, hairy chest and big eyes and must say tough hips and the TOOL! Nervous and scared of getting caught, she thought many times to move on but couldn't. I must admit females have a more sexual urge than men and Ruchi was asserted under her desires. Her eyes locked at Arjun's calf, wet and foam rolling down to his ankle to the floor of the bathroom.. "Gum Leja tere.. Jo bhi.. Tune Diye.. Ya fir.. Mujhko bata.. Inme Kaise jiyen.." Heavy baritone, one of Ruchi's turn on was melting into her ears. "He sings bad..!!" caught you!! Hehehehe.. And Rudrakshi giggled at Ruchi.. "Shit.. Oh I'm sorry.. I'm.. I was.. No.. I mean.." embarrassed and Hastingly she gave the Dibba to Rudrakshi.. "Rajma.. I made.." "Come, sit." Rudrakshi offered and moved towards the couch at hall room. And Ruchi followed her guilt consciously and quiet.. "That's okay.. He's my cousin.. Came from Kolkata last night only.. New in Delhi.." "Hmm.. Ruchi gave a fake smile.." "And he's single plus a great fucker.." Rudrakshi winked at Ruchi She stared her for a while open mouthed "what..?" "Hmm.. Was with a firang last night.. don't know where he caught her.. She's still upstairs sleeping bare ass.." Ruchi kept quiet and got shocked at the coolness of this hippie Bangla girl.. "Coffee..?" asked Rudrakshi while beating coffee and cream in a coffee mug with steel spoon. "Yeah sure.. Low on sugar" and Rudrakshi went to the kitchen, giving an okay wink to her..
A few chunks of the story..











Friday, 15 June 2012

They are Men- by Himmilicious

Ladies..

Be a mother to your husband when you're in kitchen..
Be a sister when is hurt.. hug him.. and listen to him.. ( but please keep ur mouth shut to advice )
Be his friend when you guys are out..
Be his daughter when he gets his salary..
Be his girlfriend for life time.. Be such a tease..
Be his wife when he is with relatives and family.. carry his pride and name..
Be his whore, only his.. while loving him on bed..
and
Be his love of life.. when you guys are numb after making out..

you are his life.. and he lives for you only..
he can't express but can sleep in same position for whole night giving you his arms and chest, just to let you sleep peacefully.. no matter what how uncomfortable it is..

this is what man is.. :)

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Please Don't Go

https://www.facebook.com/himmilicious/posts/371119939615949
SPECIALLY WRITTEN FOR MY GIRLFRIENDS.. FAR, NEAR, DEEP AND DEAR.. HEARTLESS MEN.. STAY AWAY.. :)

Suno ji..
Tumne toh kaha tha kabhi nahi jaaoge, chahe kuch bhi ho jaye.. ab aise kaise chale gaye.. aur ye bhi kaha tha ki jab jaaunga tumko saath me le kar jaunga.. toh aise kaise ye bol kar chale gaye " main jaa raha hu"
kachchi subah me kaise ab karvat badal kar tumhe apne uppar bulaungi aur kaise tumhare andar samaungi.. aadhi adhoori neend se uth kar ab kaise tumhe jagaungi?
"naatak chhodo aur gym jaao" ye kehte wakt paani ka glass kisko pakdaaungi?

aur jab tum kuchh der aur sone ke liye mujhe bhi kheench lete ho, baahon me lapet k 15- 20 minute ke liye so jate ho.. main chup chaap aankhe band kar ke tumhare seene me simat jaati hu..
kaun subah-subah halla machayega " tauliya kahan hai" " ye kurta nahi pehenna.." “bathroom me shampoo kahan rakha hai" aur jab dene aungi toh har roz haath pakad kar kaun kheenchega??
jab main chhudaane ki koshish karungi aur us kheench-taan me chatakti kaanch ki choodiyaa, aur tumhara ghabra jaana ki kahin mujhe lag na jaaye, deewar par mere badan ko sata dena, kareeb aa kar mere hontho ko dekhna aur meri chadhti saanso ko dekh kar muskura dena..

main roz jid karti hu “ dekho.. der ho rahi hai office jaao” aur tumhara baar baar palat kar aa jana..
“aaj chutti kar leta hu.. sham ko chala jaunga..” fir mera jhoothe – moothe gusse me tumhe aankhe dikhana “ jaate ho ki nahi” maa kea ate hi tumhara jaldi se mere hontho ko choom kar bhaag jaana
“ sach me der ho rahi hai biwi..”

kisko dekhungi tab tak.. jab tak tumhari car aankho se ojhhal nahi ho jaati..?
pahunch kar hi phone ghuma dena “ ek baar keh do.. abhi wapas aa jaunga..”
“ bahut kaam hai.. kar lo.. sham ko jaldi aa jana.. aur khana kha lena..”
ab kaise har din shuru hoga..? kaise sara din tumhari harkaton ko yaad kar ke muskuraungi aur kaise dil hi dil me kahungi.. “pagla hai thoda sa..”

kabhi kabhi tumhara kaam me busy ho jana.. aur bas, yu hi.. ek message aa jana.. “ madam ji.. khana kha lena..” lekin office me baithe doston ke saath meri khoob burai karna.. “ jaldi nikalna hai bhaai.. khana nahi milega raat ka.. sofe par sona padega.. daant gada k khoon pee jayegi..”
“dekh.. boss.. shaadi mat karna..”

office ki colleagues ko dekh kar muskurana aur mujhe chidhana.. “ main toh usko bas yu hi dekhta hu.. tumhari resemblance hai na” fir mera rooth jana aur raat ko tumhara mujhe pagal banana.. meri vo meethey dard me doobi aawajo ka tumhe diwana kar dena.. aur har raat tumhara mujhe bhiga dena.. aur vo aadat jab ek hone ke baad tum meri aankhon me dekhte aur main Sharma jaati.. har raat pehli raat hoti.. aur tum.. aur nasheeley..
Tumhe yu jaana nahi chahiye tha..
ye kehna nahi chahiye tha “ main jaa raha hu”

jab bhi main rooth jaati hu, toh gaane gaa kar mujhe manana, kitchen me kaam karte waqt peeche se aa kar pakad lena, paseene se tar, chehre par chipki latt ko hata k kaan ke piche sarka dena aur mere pet ko pakad kar bas yu hi khade rehna.. kabhi kabhi mujhe kitchen ke shelf par baitha ke, khud khana banana, aur haatho se khilana, aur saath me vo tumhara bhara glass.. “ bachchi nahi hu main” jab bhi mera ye kehna aur tumhara muskura dena.. meri har nadani ko bas hansi me uda dena.. aur mera chehra dekh kar apna gussa bhula dena..

jab- tab meri naabhi ko chhed dena, aur peeche, meri gardan par choom lena.. jahan jana hai wahan le jaana aur jo khana hai vo khilana.. jab card statement jyada aa jaye toh “ kab sudhrogi??” aur parlor bills?? “koi change toh nazar nahi aata tum me..” mere dard me mera haath thaame rehna aur kandhe par sahara de kar chalana.. diwano ki tarah mera khayal rakhna.. aur chauthey mahine me mujhe 3 baje raat ko gol gappe khilane le jana, apna khayal na rakhne par daantna aur har wakt bas “ medicine li na.. khana khaya na.. fruits and milk.. walk par chalo.. acha tum rehne do main kar lunga.. kuch khana hai.. paani la k du.. dard toh nahi..”
kabhi laga nahi.. 1 saal me sirf main hi maa bani.. dard barabar baanta tha.. us aansu ne sab bata diya tha jab tumne pehli baat apni beti ko haath me utha kar mujhe gili aankho se kaha tha.. “thank you”

Aur bahut kuch..jo ab likhte huye haath tharthara rahe hain.. gala roondh gaya aur aankhe nam hai.. vo saath.. vo baatein.. vo muskurahat.. aur vo tum.. aur vo main..

kahan se laau…

bas.. tumhe jaana nahi chahiye tha..
"naatak chhodo aur gym jaao" ye kehte wakt paani ka glass kisko pakdaaungi?
aur jab tum kuchh der aur sone ke liye mujhe bhi kheench lete ho, baahon me lapet k 15- 20 minute ke liye so jate ho.. main chup chaap aankhe band kar ke tumhare seene me simat jaati hu..kaun subah-subah halla machayega " tauliya kahan hai" " ye kurta nahi pehenna.." “bathroom me shampoo kahan rakha hai" aur jab dene aungi toh har roz haath pakad kar kaun kheenchega??jab main chhudaane ki koshish karungi aur us kheench-taan me chatakti kaanch ki choodiyaa, aur tumhara ghabra jaana ki kahin mujhe lag na jaaye, deewar par mere badan ko sata dena, kareeb aa kar mere hontho ko dekhna aur meri chadhti saanso ko dekh kar muskura dena.. 
main roz jid karti hu “ dekho.. der ho rahi hai office jaao” aur tumhara baar baar palat kar aa jana.. “aaj chutti kar leta hu.. sham ko chala jaunga..” fir mera jhoothe – moothe gusse me tumhe aankhe dikhana “ jaate ho ki nahi” maa kea ate hi tumhara jaldi se mere hontho ko choom kar bhaag jaana “ sach me der ho rahi hai biwi..”
kisko dekhungi tab tak.. jab tak tumhari car aankho se ojhhal nahi ho jaati..?pahunch kar hi phone ghuma dena “ ek baar keh do.. abhi wapas aa jaunga..” “ bahut kaam hai.. kar lo.. sham ko jaldi aa jana.. aur khana kha lena..”ab kaise har din shuru hoga..? kaise sara din tumhari harkaton ko yaad kar ke muskuraungi aur kaise dil hi dil me kahungi.. “pagla hai thoda sa..” 
kabhi kabhi tumhara kaam me busy ho jana.. aur bas, yu hi.. ek message aa jana.. “ madam ji.. khana kha lena..” lekin office me baithe doston ke saath meri khoob burai karna.. “ jaldi nikalna hai bhaai.. khana nahi milega raat ka.. sofe par sona padega.. daant gada k khoon pee jayegi..”“dekh.. boss.. shaadi mat karna..” 
office ki colleagues ko dekh kar muskurana aur mujhe chidhana.. “ main toh usko bas yu hi dekhta hu.. tumhari resemblance hai na” fir mera rooth jana aur raat ko tumhara mujhe pagal banana.. meri vo meethey dard me doobi aawajo ka tumhe diwana kar dena.. aur har raat tumhara mujhe bhiga dena.. aur vo aadat jab ek hone ke baad tum meri aankhon me dekhte aur main Sharma jaati.. har raat pehli raat hoti.. aur tum.. aur nasheeley..Tumhe yu jaana nahi chahiye tha..ye kehna nahi chahiye tha “ main jaa raha hu”
jab bhi main rooth jaati hu, toh gaane gaa kar mujhe manana, kitchen me kaam karte waqt peeche se aa kar pakad lena, paseene se tar, chehre par chipki latt ko hata k kaan ke piche sarka dena aur mere pet ko pakad kar bas yu hi khade rehna.. kabhi kabhi mujhe kitchen ke shelf par baitha ke, khud khana banana, aur haatho se khilana, aur saath me vo tumhara bhara glass.. “ bachchi nahi hu main” jab bhi mera ye kehna aur tumhara muskura dena.. meri har nadani ko bas hansi me uda dena.. aur mera chehra dekh kar apna gussa bhula dena..
jab- tab meri naabhi ko chhed dena, aur peeche, meri gardan par choom lena.. jahan jana hai wahan le jaana aur jo khana hai vo khilana.. jab card statement jyada aa jaye toh “ kab sudhrogi??” aur parlor bills?? “koi change toh nazar nahi aata tum me..” mere dard me mera haath thaame rehna aur kandhe par sahara de kar chalana.. diwano ki tarah mera khayal rakhna.. aur chauthey mahine me mujhe 3 baje raat ko gol gappe khilane le jana, apna khayal na rakhne par daantna aur har wakt bas “ medicine li na.. khana khaya na.. fruits and milk.. walk par chalo.. acha tum rehne do main kar lunga.. kuch khana hai.. paani la k du.. dard toh nahi..”kabhi laga nahi.. 1 saal me sirf main hi maa bani.. dard barabar baanta tha.. us aansu ne sab bata diya tha jab tumne pehli baar apni beti ko haath me utha kar mujhe gili aankho se kaha tha.. 


“thank you”

Aur bahut kuch..jo ab likhte huye haath tharthara rahe hain.. gala roondh gaya aur aankhe nam hai.. vo saath.. vo baatein.. vo muskurahat.. aur vo tum.. aur vo main..


kahan se laau…


bas.. tumhe jaana nahi chahiye tha..

Friday, 11 May 2012

Poem - The Way I Do..!!






I Still Love You, The Way I Do.. 

I know ..


That You don't love me..

But I'll always love you,

..The way I do..
Years back when you'll turn back and see,
Standing, Where you left, You'll find me..
I miss the moments spent with you..
..I still love you the way I do..
The laughs and the fights
The kiss and those sighs..
The way you used to make love..
..I am always there with open arms,
Can't forget your charms..
Once you touched me,
..And I lost my soul
You're my world,
As a whole..
The kohl in my eyes is smudged,
My body is still un-hugged
I love you baby..
The way I do..