Dard-E-Disco

PART I
Anatomically, those are nothing but couple of pumping valves only, somehow we are making their dim recesses the impregnable vaults of our most cherished /craved desires. We do everything under the Milky way not to let the lurking desires ( how noble it could be) to come into broad day light. Till the other day, Our Bunty & Bubbly were also not exception.They wore the coy deceptive smiles in their lips, shown demur smugness behind those fat books and never let u find the sweet stew that was brewing up in their pumping valves , which we commonly know as Heart. The poor Heart first simmered, steamed then boiled and pumped hard but to no avail. It continued to writhe in the Dard-e-Disco and cried to Bunty & Bubbly to relieve it of the pain of this unbridled blossom of love inside it. Bubbly kept the tight upper lip like a damsel in distress and waited for his knight to unravel the saga, Bunty appeared clueless whether to bite the bullet or get awayfrom the scene with its tail between its two legs. No Doubt, Heart continued getting cardiac arrests with this ever growing Dard-E-Disco from time to time whenever they both talked, met or thought of each other.

PART 2
But, we all know how rascal is this heart even after so much of beatings . It sulked but waited to play its dirty trick with either of these love birds to blur out the pain outside the world. It was one of those dark nights when Bunty was trying to find the solace with the bottle of "Angoor ki Beti". The first gulp opened up the all clogged up arteries of his heart to let the fresh lease of oxygen of love into his dying heart. He sighed heavily and murmered her name slowly and then a crescendo started building in that small room filled with smoke of cigarttes and dirty jokes of his even dirtiest friends. Everyone in the room knew that Bunty has found his moment of recoking tonite. Someone slipped another tumbler to his lips and he slushed it as if he was thirsty from time immemmorial. Noone wnated to let him miss this opportunity , even if it meant to let him go beyond the reach of his own senses. Angoor Ki Beti had already made him free by now . Thistime , he was more emphatic and serene. He tried to stand up , tottered for few yards then firmly stood in front of his bemboozled friends and spoke with a great courage thumping his heart hard ," Hell with this Dard-e-disco! ! Let Heart should do wht it is meant for. Pumping fresh oxygen into my veins and not beocome the graveyard of my first and final love. " . He repeated it so many times till he got into a sound slumber.Some where at the distant corner of country , Bubbly had still not slept but tonites she was also feeling her heartbeats singing the different tune.

Even , the poor heart was happy again getting rid of the Dard-e -disco.