In aakhon ki masti...

Nazar unchi ki to duaa ban gayi,

Nazar neechi ki to hayaa ban gayi,

Nazar tirchi ki to adaa ban gayi,

Nazar pher li to qaza ban gayi....

Those beautiful eyes. You know they are following you.Everywhere. Observing your every action, noticing your every move, ensuring you are a safe bet. Sensing that, you do many uncharacteristic things, indulge in irrelevant affairs, trying to be the one you are not . Its your examining process. Testing the intentions of the "eyes". But they are aware of this process.The master in the art . They stop following you. What was that? You were expecting continuance, at least, if not the next move. You panic, without knowing that this was actually the "next move".

Now, its your turn to follow. But you don't just follow. You seek attention. You take out every weapon from your armor, choose every possible path. You assume the hunters's role, waiting for prey to fall in your trap. But they don't respond. You are baffled.

You decide to confront, without thinking of the consequences. And when your eyes meet "the eyes", you are caught off guard. The beautiful eyes penetrate your body, scan your soul.Goosebumps! You are hypnotized. Enticed to willfully accept the "slavery". Yet, you feel "king of the world". "Shikaari khud yaha shikar ho gaya..."


The start of puppet show. The eyes tease you, mock you, hurt you,  praise you, please you. Exploiting every damn emotion.Your sole purpose ,now, is to grab attention. To make the eyes glued to you.Only. They are world to you and you will fight the world for them. There is a pleasure in the misery.Happy, satisfied and at peace.

One god forsaken day, with no fault of yours, you go out of sight. The "moist eyes" search for you, for long. You had left a lasting impact. You stretch yourself as far as possible but no use. The eyes cant do that. Subsequently, the eyes stop searching you. You are left stranded. Game over. qaza=death