Darr;kavita Hasya ras men
Meri aik bhateeji hai Humaira
wo har cheez ko saleeqe se rakhne ki aadi hai
aur main uska ulta hoon
lekin usse darr kar washbasen men paan ki gulkaari nahin karta
Balcony se sadak par thookne ke alawa
mere paas koi doosra rasta nahin
wo aadmi darwaze par khada hai uski qamees ki safedi par laal nishaan hain
wo mera kya haal karega
main kayi ghante ghar se nahin nikla
darr hi darr
andar bhi bahar bhi
Humaira kuch kehti nahin
uske chehre ke tassuraat uff!
kal wo so rahi thi
main kadre zor se phone par baat karne laga
wo so rahi thi
wo jaag gai aur saamne aakar meri aawaaz ko sula diya
main chai pee raha tha
usi balcony par
achanak cup gira aur tukde tukde ho gaya
neeche wahi aadmi
upar Humaira
mera dil doobne laga
Hasan Mustafa chips khane men masroof
meri bahu Frah serial dekhne men mashghool
sab darr se aazaad
aur main.........
cup nahin toota tha
Us aadmi ka kahin wajood hi nahin tha
Aor na laal dhabon ka kahin nishaan tha
darr ne aik andeshe ko haqeeqat bana diya
darr se ye mere dimaghi wikaar ka suboot hai
meri soch bahek chuki hai
Dimaghi wikaar hi chkitsakon ka nishkarsh ho sakta hai
main kya karun?
main bh kya saleeqamand ho sakta hoon?
Nahin mujhe yuni dara rehna hai
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Humour;
I have a niece named Humaira
She has a habit to keep things in proper order
And I am just reverse
But being afraid of her I do not figure flowers in washbasin by spitting betel mixed saliva
I have no option but to spit upon thoroughfare
That man stands on my doorstep
on whose shirt red spots were clear
What he will do to me? I shivered
I could not come out of my house for hours together
Fear only fear
Inside as well outside
Humaira speaks very little
But expression of her eyes ff!
The other day she was sleeping
And I was busy in conversation on my mobile phone loudly
she wake up,came before me and silenced my voice
I was having tea on same balcony
All at once cup fell and was broken into pieces
That very person appeared downwards
And Humaira upwards
My heart began to sink
Hasan Mustafa a sweet child of the house was comfortably eating chips
Farah was engrossed in watching a T.V.serial
Everyone looked free from any kind of fear
And ..I......?
See cup was never broken
There was no existence of that man
Neither of red spots
Fear has turned fancy into reality
This turned to be my mental state due to fear
My imagination ran riot
Fear psychosis may be the diagnosis of the physicians
What should I do?
Can I be systematic?
Nay I have to remain fear stricken
---------------------------------------------Suhail kakorvi
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