Hum toh aise hain bhaiya!!!

Main aur mere sab vichitra sangi saathi,

Hamare jeevan ka sarvottam paryay hai barbaadi

Hamare dukhon ki ek lambi kataar hai

Bekaar, berozgaar, har jagah haar, aur koi shakl se chaukidaar

Kismet ki…kismet ki rekha hoti hai, aisa suna karte hain

Rekha ke naam par hamaare haath main dot dikha karte hain

Aur Life line itniiiiii lambi, ke poora haath kam pad jaayega

Upar waala apni Black & white film poori ek sau solah(116) reel ki banaayega

Jab kabhi galti se holi- diwaali , naayi ke darshan karne jaate hain,

Woh bolta hai” ismain na kaintchi chalti hain na kanghee, time pass karne idhar kyun aate hain”

Maatha itna vishaal ke peeche gardan tak sapaat maidaan dikhta hai,

Eyebrows ka jhaad ek kaune se doosre tak poore maathe ko underline karta hai.

Kuch ki Aankhon ka size hai itna chota

Log kehte hain, yeh khade khade kaise hai sota

Baaki sab ki aankhen itni badi hain, ki socket se bahar nikalti hain

Bache poochte hain…unlce, kya kharidne par bhi apne size ki nahin milti hain?

Naak aise jaise MCD sewer pipeline ke do shatigrast pipe,

Shuruat poore gaal dhak leti hai.aur.peeche pahunchne se pehle gayab.

Kaan inte chote ki, log kehte hain sunne ke liye kaun sa ang prayog karte ho,

Honth inte bade ki lagta hai, chammach ke apeksha karchi ka prayog karte ho.

Gucci , Versace ityaadi branded vastra dhoond dhoond kar thak gaye hain

Salesman bole, pehle bante they Adnan Saami ke size, ab toh woh bhi sikud gaye hain.

Jab nike etc par sports shoes try karne ka man banaya

Toh log bole, kya kabaddi, kho-kho, gulli-danda ka koi naya sports collection hai aaya.?

Jagah jagah hamein apni vichitrata ka ehsaas bakhubi karaya gaya,

Uttam se uttam visheshan ka prayog kar samjhaya gaya.

Sab ache se samajh aata hai,

Par sapnon par kis ka zor chal paata hai.

Icchaon ke bulbule man main ucchalte rehte hain,

Tere liye bhi kahin koi hai, yehi santvana dete hain, yehi santvana dete hain.

Love

Love is that tiny, tingling feeling that has no reasoning as to why, that has no quantitative segregations such as more or less, that has no logic of what lead to it or an algorithm of how it works, nor does it have a set course it will follow, neither a specific destination or a result, it has no boundaries of who and what, it can in no way be said to be an outcome of something or situations, it has nothing that can be attributed to it as a reason why people fall in love. Having no reason to love, is by far the best and the biggest appreciable reason to feel that you are in love with someone.