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Sunday, October 14

डोर/Thread



खिलखिलाते थे जो लब हर पल कभी                                Lips those laughed in abandon all the time
आज वो इनका मुस्कुराना भी भुला गए हैं                          Today, he's made them forgot even how to smile
खनक थी एक आवाज़ जिस में कभी                                 There was an unmistakable tinkle in the voice
आज वो उसे सन्न-खामोश कर गए हैं                               Today, he has forced it into a shocking silence
अठखेलियाँ करती थीं निगाहें जो कभी                              Eyes that danced with the magic of life
आज वो उन्हे शून्य ताकना सिखा गए हैं                            Today, he's taught them to stare into zeroing horizons
गुनगुनाते थे उनका नाम ले जो लब कभी                           Lips those lyricised 'n sang his name over 'n over again
आज वो उनको खुद का ही नाम लेना भुला गए हैं                 Today, he's taught them to forget uttering their own name
खुशीयों के आंसू जो बहा करते थे उन्हे देख कभी                  Tears of happiness that shed with his mere presence
आज वो उन्हे गम में ढुलकना भूल, मझधार में सुखा गए हैं    Today, he's taught them not to flow even in sadness, drying them midway
इस टूटे दिल को जोड़ सकते थे जो कभी                             The one who could have healed this broken heart
आज वो ही इसे बेदर्दी से चूर चूर कर गए हैं                        Today, he himself has shattered it O' so cruelly
बचा रखी थी आत्मा बेदर्द ज़माने से जो कभी                      The unrelenting spirit that I had saved from vagaries of the world
आज वो इसे भी बेरुखी से मसल गए हैं                               Today, he has crushed that soul with his unbearable harshness
तम्मनाओं आशाओं की डोर जो थामी थी हमनें कभी            The thread of hopes 'n dreams that I nurtured so long
आज तोड़ी है उन्होंने यूँ...                                               Today, he's snapped it so bad...
...न छोड़ दम तोड़ पा रहे हैं, न थाम जी ही पा रहे हैं!!                 ...neither am I able to let go 'n die, nor hold on 'n live!!



Saturday, March 21

..... ख्वाबों की तस्वीर - एक पहल! .....

A tiny speck of cells... a life, a hope, an initiative... an individual

नज़रों से हमने अपनी...
एक नाज़ुक सा ख्वाब सजाया था...
अपने ख्यालों सा ही ...
अपना एक छोटा सा अंश पाया था ...


"Motherhood" people say, makes a woman complete... it makes her more than complete... its starts a whole new life... with a whole new perspective... A tiny life... that changes the world for you... the way you perceive the world and the way the world looks at you...

My baby was born not on the day he came into the world but on the day he made himself 'at home' within me... every day he has grown as a part of me ... with me ... since that day in January 2001... The fear... the appehension... the pain... the curiosity... all seemed to vanish... when a screaming little bundle was placed in my arms... overtaken by love... and tenderness on October 16, 2001!

तुम्हारी निगाहों की इस चमक से ही है...
रोशन यह दुनिया हमारी...


Watching him grow...
.... whether it was on the radiologist's computer screen... feeling him swim within me or boxing around... or just getting him to respond with a "Good Morning, Baby"... never ever felt different from now...



... watching a live performance... feeling his embrace... watching TV... fighting with him or scolding him... just having a simple a conversation with him... waking him up every morning with a "Good Morning, Baby" still holds its charm... the only difference...

I can hug, squeeze and kiss him till he wakes up!!



It never ceases to amaze me that such a simple biological phenomenon could be such an enriching and fulfiling experience... despite the intricacies of nature and its hand in evolving some tiny cells into a thinking and independent individual...



Every time I see woman giving birth it never fails to take me back into time... when I first set my eyes on this tiny, "iglly piglly" squirming little cute baby banging on the glass walls of the incubator, rudely awakened and forced out of his comfortable, cozy abode with in me ...
ख्वाबों की तस्वीर ... एक पहल...