Nimmo..

Bohat shant aur sukoon bhara jeevan hai uska.
Kahin jaati–aati nahi, kisi se baat tak nahi karti.
Phir bhi, bohat dost hain uske.
Kisi ke sahare ki zarurat nahi,
shayad hi kabhi usne kisi se koi madad maangi ho —
lekin uspar bohat kuch dependent hai sab.

Mujhe banna hai uske jaisa.
Uske jaisa santusht, aur dusron ko sukoon dene wali.
Mujhe jeena hai us duniya mein,
jo mere andar hai —
apni khud ki duniya.

Lekin ab lagta hai, mushkil hai ye iss janm ke liye…
Kyuki iske liye, agle janm mein uske hi tarah pedh banna hoga.

Haan — vo ek pedh hai.
Jo meri mummy ne lagaya tha,
ghar ke samne waale bagiche mein.
Behan hai vo meri.
Pyar se nimmo bulati hoon use.

Aaj 7 saal ki ho gayi hai.
Mann karta hai, usse puchu —
kaise ho tum aisi?
Itna sukoon khud ke liye, aur dusron ke liye,
kahan se laati ho?
Sab tumhe itna bevajah kyun pyaar karte hain?
Tum kabhi naraz nahi hoti?

Kal jab us golu ne tumhari pattiya tod di thi,
aur jhool gaya tha tumhari bahon mein —
phir bhi, tum chup thi.
Bas halki si hawa ke saath hansi thi tum.

Khair, chhodo...
Waise bhi, tumhe mujhse kya matlab rehta hai.

Bas Main hi to ghoomti rehti hoon tumhare aas-paas .

Par haan —
tumhari behan hone ke vajah se,
main bhi thodi–thodi tumhari jaisi ho gayi hoon.
Aur baaki bhi banna chahti hoon.
Fir bhi, kuch mushkil hai syd.

Kya hai vo mushkil?
Uske jaisa banne mein?
Main bhi to kathor ho chuki hoon,
dusron ke liye hi to jee rahi hoon.
Kisi se madad bhi kahan maangti hoon.
Ab to mujhe bhi kuch mehsoos nahi hota.

Sayad, Farak bas itna hai —
vo khudki marzi se aisi hai,
aur main majboori se...