Firse voh kehta hoga
tera baap bol raha hu…
Firse kissi aur se apni cigarettes ke
paise dilwataa hoga
Firse kissi aur ko kehta hoga
pagle voh teri bhabhi hai re…
Firse kissi aur se apne secrets share karta hoga
Firse kissi aur ke saath sub mastiya karta hoga
Firse kissi aur ko gaale Laga kaar roota hoga
Aur, Firse kissi aur ko apna kehta hoga
Tu sub chizze firse kaarta hoga mere dost
paar tu meri tarah FIRSE yaad nah karta hoga.-
Well guys this is not a story nor a poem,
It's what people think about a writer.
You might be thinking!!! that,
What changed him and he started writing??
This is not about depression or any kind of
Impression!!!
It's about the interest I have,
I have an Interest to observe people...
and this is what I am...
I AM A WRITE...
So you see that's how he started his first storytelling journey by answering
"Write 250 words on myself??"-
Death was a few days away when she said,
How can you be so selfish, I know your deepest thoughts, your talent,
it's all gods gift but you are using me because I am in love with you.
You don't need fame and money all you needed is to hold me,
You don't even know your words are always killing me,
please stop writing dear and look at me.
I am about to die, Why aren't you listening to me.
Before she dies
he wanted to confess her through the story and started writing.
At the end,
The blood inside her was drained,
she couldn't make it and with a broken heart
she Cursed him and left towards heaven!!!
He got distraught and said
you don't know how important it was for me to have the memory were the last 3 words was written by you
"MY BELOVED PEN"-
Kala Raang Kheta Hai,
Baki Sub Rango Se,
Kabhi Hume Bhi Shamil Karo Apki
Iss Rangin Duniya Mai,
Baki Sub Raang Khety Hai Usse,
Uss Raang Ko Kya Zarurat Hai Humari Jisse
Krishna Ka Saath Hoo.-
Kala Raang Kheta Hai,
Baki Sub Rango Se k,
Kabhi Hume Bhi Shamil Karo Apki
Iss Rangini Duniya Mai,
Baki Sub Raang Khety Hai Usse,
Uss Raang Ko Kya Zarurat Hai Humari Jisse
Bhagwan Krishna Ka Saath Hoo.-
He was thinking that marrying a virgin girl was his right,
But he never thought that raping an adolescent girl was not his right.-
"What is more Loyal than a Dog?" she asked.
"My Words are Loyal.
Even though a Dog may Die before or after you,
whereas Words Die with you,"
The Writer Replied.-
It has been six months since their separation,
and a week ago, he stopped crying.
The father thought that he was moving on,
but the very next day,
he told her something that made him run back to her.
As he saw her,
he just couldn't hold back the tears
& said, I love you, I need you,
please come back & take me away from that monster.
He is getting me a STEPMOM.-
She had been told to spread her legs
& hold on tight, Because it was going to pain a lot
She did what she was told to do
Lying in bed with tears of pain,
she wanted to end this soon.
The voice in her throat had died away from the
loud cries of suffering
After an hour doctor cut the cord & the little one made her smile,
giving her a reason to Live.-