Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Heart connection

She loves you even in her scolding, she cares for you even more when she says “go, do whatever you want”, a small injury which might not even pain can bring out the precious jewels of her eyes, she weeps when you leave her for studies or anything, her blessings protect you from all your dangers when you are not with her, all these traits can be find only in one person “Mother”. God blesses everyone with one wealth “Mom’s Love”. Every second we spend with her is better than heaven or better I say heaven is in mother’s lap.
Although it’s impossible to write about her love and care which she poured on me, I am still trying to recollect some of the “Pearls from the bag of past”.

 My Savior
It was a rainy Sunday morning and I was happy as there was no school. I woke up and was watching rain drops trickling down from my window. When the rain stopped I heard crows cawing on the terrace. You will think what’s so special in it, there is nothing special but the thing is I used to feed crows chapattis every morning and today due to rain I forgot to feed them so they were calling me. Feeding them made me feel happy. I rushed straight to kitchen and took the chapatti. It was drizzling again so I thought I won’t go upstairs but will throw chapatti from stairs. I tried to throw but it fell. In a hurry I tried to descend the stairs in order to protect chapatti from getting wet but something else was there for me in attempt to lift chapatti up fast I slipped from stairs and rolled down. There was blood everywhere oozing out from my cut forehead. I screamed for my mom. She came running to me and wiped the blood with her sari. She tied my wound with bandage.
    There was no one in house except her and since we lived in a small town it was difficult to find any transport in such a rain. Without thinking for a second she lifted me up, covered me with one end of her sari and rushed to the clinic. I allowed the nurse to start stitching only when he promised that my mom will stay with me inside. I got four stitches with my mother sitting beside me and wiping my tears. Only thing which I asked her after stitch and bandage was “Mom am I looking ugly?” She kissed my forehead and I got my answer.

Heart Connection
One evening after college I went to restaurant with my beloved and I was telling her about my sweater which was hand knitted by my mom when I was 3 years old with “I L U” written on it. When I wore that in childhood I proudly told everyone “I L U” means I love you. As soon as I ended my conversation I got a call from my mother and her first words were “I just took out your sweater which had “I L U” written on it to check whether it is safe or not”. These words left me thinking which connection connected her and me. I guess it was “HEART CONNECTION".







Thursday, May 14, 2015

शायरी-शराब

वह मदमस्त था ख़ुद के लिखे मिसरे पढ़कर..
सच ही किसी शायर ने शायरी को शराब लिखा है..
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पहली मुलाक़ात का दिन

कुछ आँसू के कतरे फिर निकलेंगे आँखों की खिड़कियों से..
तुम नहीं आती कम्बख़्त पहली मुलाक़ात का दिन आ जाता है..
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Wednesday, May 6, 2015

इंतज़ार तेरा

हर लम्हा मेरे मुक़द्दर ने फ़ासले बाँटे..
हर वक़्त हम तेरे मिलने की आस करते रहे..
तस्वीर जिसे आधी खिंचवाई थी तुमने..
उसी आधे में हम अपना आधा तलाश करते रहे..
वह पल जब आख़िरी बार तेरे माथे को चूमा था..
उस प्रेम गंगा का हर क्षण एहसास करते रहे..
इंतज़ार के घर में याद का कमरा लिया किराए पे..
दर्द के सिरहाने पे ज़िंदगी और ख़ास करते रहे..
ज़िंदगी लगी कुछ ज़्यादा ही लंबी तुम बिन..
ख़ुद राख होने को कुछ राख करते रहे..
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