DHARMAPUTRA GETS CRAZY

                        Har pal tanhai me, Na Jane tu kya sochta hai Ghalib? Ye din, saal, Umar sab kispe, Na Jane kiu tu bitata hai Ghalib Aise jo bhi pal hain tere pass, Na Jane Kiu kisi aur par lutata hai tu Ghalib? Na Jane is tanhai bahre lamho me, Tu khush kaise ho Jata hai Ghalib? Mai to Yun hi khada rahta hun unke intezar me, Bas unki ek jhalak pane ko, Subah se sham aur sham se Subah, Na jane ye waqt kab gujar Jata Hai Ghalib, Jane kiu  unse rubaroo hone main,  Yun intezar kiye reh jata Hun Ghalib. Mai koi anzan nahi, bas Zara sa darta Hun, Mujhe to unke hone ki Kushi hai Ghalib, Unko hai ya nahi bas, kabhi yun hi, yahi soch jata Hun Ghalib Na Jane kitne Sitam hain raste me Lekin, Mai aaj ek baat batlata hun Ghalib, Haseen Lamhe to kitne hi dekhe honge, Par un sa koi Mila hi nahi, Yun siskiyan bharte meri tanhai ki,  Kahaniyan tumhe aaj sunata Hun Ghalib, Aaj kal unki gairma...

Sunaina was sitting on the porch. It was raining after a long time that day. Her room was on the second floor, secluded from other rooms, in a dimly lit corner for the house. However it was she simply loved her room. Why would not she? It kept all the unnecessary stuffs away, but mostly unwanted people. Sunaina, never liked to mingle with people. She was happy in her own world. It was drizzling now, she opened the window pane and moved her upper torso out, to feel the light rain on her face. Somehow, these rain drops absolved her from her crimes. Absolve! It rather set her free. Her room was the only place where she could be sunaina, the girl she was meant to be. With a coffee mug in her hand, and book in another, she sat on the window. There was just enough space to accommodate her. She stretched her legs, and put it on the window pane, making herself comfortable in her own cocoon. She was indeed like a silkworm. She had a dark kept secret that nobody would ever know. ...