Companion

 

Passing by the years, I have lost all my fears; we have shared it all; smiles and tears.

Was it play of Destiny that bought us along, or just the right decision of our parents, that resulted in marriage prolong.

When I first met you, everything was so new, questions were many but answers were few. There wasn’t rain of love, but emotions like dew.

We spoke with care, discussions were rare. It started with trust and understanding with nothing else to spare.

When we first became friends, our life followed new trends, we were surprised to see melody of our thoughts; how easily it blends.

We were in no hurry, there was lifetime ahead, and there is nothing to worry. We learnt positives of our differences, negatives were too burry.

Then came that moment from where we rose in LOVE, holding each-others hands, understanding promises unsaid we secured them with trusts glove.

They were of course moments of Pain, when everything looked insane. Just the togetherness of us poured everything in drain.

Passing the test of time, we touched each other’s soul, and then is when our family became whole. Pillars of our dreams touched pole to pole.

Their came new responsibilities to test our ability, mistakes that we made were more to learn and less to feel guilty.

As years passed by there is nothing to regret, every new challenge looks like a new fret, and there is nothing to lose only experiences to get.

It’s our mutual sacrifice that made home paradise, since we never blamed each other, there is nothing to disguise.

Our grown up kids, our age years above mid’s, time to look into jackpot again, check what destiny bids.

Has come the age to retire, to fulfill our desire, stress of our life; is now all to fire. Whatever life offers, only peace to hire.

Our kids are all married, busy in their new play, when they miss us a lot they call us to stay. We go running to them without any delay.

When grand children come running and open the door, life becomes greedy and asks for years some more. Let’s play new innings, touch new heights and build up new score.

© Manisha Dawar

Pitritv

Papa Papa Shorr Machau, Saarey Ghar ko apney sir pe uthau, Par Daras tera Kahi na Pau. Karke Band wo namm Palkkey Teri yaadon main kho Jau.

Dubu jab gehri Soch main, ehsaas hota hai maa he nahi bacha to pita ki bhi godd main hai palta.
Maa jaese he suanti lori, Pita Bahaduri ki kahaaniya sunaata. Maa prem se rotey bachey ko sambhalti to pita chutkule suna bachey ko hasaata.

Maa to rakhti hai komalta se nanhe balak ko sambhal kar, Pita Dridta se usi bachey ko hawaa main detaa uchaal. Kabhi socha hai kya kyu rota nahi wo nanha baalak? Vishwaas hai usey unn bazuo pe. lagta hai usko ye khel, nahi koi chaal.

Maa agar ungli pakkad chalna sikhati, to pita pehla do pahiya chalaana sikhata. Chodkar achanak wo teri cycle tujhme aatmvishwaas jugaata.
Maa apney hatho se nanhe nivaley todd tujhko khilati, to pita haath main churi kaante thumaata.
Karta nahi wo shuk bachey ki kabiliyat pe, kehta hai vishwaas se, mere bache ko sab kuch hai aata.

Girta jab wo nanha balak maa ki ankhain bhar aati, pita kadak aawaz main bolta; chal uth fir se daud lugaa, tu hai mera nanhaa sipahi.

Baalak ko parishram kartey dekh maa hai pighalti, to parinaam dekh pita garv se chaati phulata, dekho mera khun hai ye, garv se apney sab doston ko batata.

Maa jaese deti sanskaar, pita dikhata duniya ke atyaachar. Sikhata tujhko mazbut banna, kehta hai bhavnao ka yaha nahi koi vyaapar.

Beta jab pita ke kandho se kandha milaata, baap bête ka rishta bhul pita usey apna Jodi daar banaata. Maa ke ladle balak ko ek sakaratmak purush banaata.

Maa ki mamta ka to jaap karte har dum, aaj Prakat karo pita ka bhi aabhar.


© Manisha Dawar

The Monsoon Ride

As I fly IndiGo in the Indigo sky. I enjoy the monsoon ride, Though it promises you a bumpy ride but it has a surprise package folded in its white snowy blanket. It has a city packed in it; a moving city. A city that has a beautiful ambience of a silver floor and golden lime light, the ambience looks even beautiful with amber light which can be seen in sunset and sunrise. the city welcomes many guests like us but just to pass by and recall that we have long forgotten; the beauty of nature, the creativity is what it charges from you; as a fee to enter the city to read it. While it helps you recall the fog of winters as you pass by one of the clouds it also promises you to realise how fast are you moving in the sky. It has its on crust as that of earth some delicate thin blankets of clouds, some uneven surfaces like plateau. You could also see the mountain of clouds as you see the infinite. Don't forget to notice the oceans in air and the gaps that are left behind in sky which look like a lake/river/pond. The blue of sky playing the role of water and the moving clouds like a froth to it. When the sun sets and it starts getting dark you would see the Lava spreading from between the clouds. You could also see a pond of cloud swith sun reflecting into it. If you are lucky enough to fly over the ocean you would feel delighted with two of them with one on below you and one above. The fun is all the same no matter you get a window seat or not as long as you to see through it. So pack your bags on time, before the monsoon flies away, to experience it through your eyes and your imagination. Because ON TIME IS A WONDERFUL THING!!!...


© Manisha Dawar

Pehli Bochar Saawan ki.

Kadam jo rakha bahar to mehsus hua, kuch to baat hai is sham ki, Lugti nahin, ye bas naam ki.

Samay se pehle jo ye Suraj chipa hai, raaz iska ghanere badlo main likha hai.

Ujwal sa andhera aaj ho raha hai roshan, Intezar ka taap main jal raha hai dharti ka Kan Kan.

Murjhayi patiya bhar rahi hain aahain, Lambi shakhain dekh rahi hai rahein. Jaese sajni ke intezar ko taras rahi ho saajan ki bahein.

Dhimi si hawa main jab dimaag kahi khoya, Chanchal iss mann nai naya sapna boya.

Adhura sa lug raha tha jab lamha yeh, barish ki pehli bundh aayi apney sung sampurnta le.
Pehli kuch bundho ko jab dharti na apne andar sounka, Prashn utha mann main uskey, barish he hai na, kahi hai to nahi neer ka dhoka?

Tarasti bahon ko fir mila sukun, kudrat par cha gaya mohabat ka junoon. Khushboo uthi fir mitti se samarpan ki, ekatrit bundo ne bana diya dharti par darpan hee.

Hawaa ne fir hass kar kiya khushi ko bayan, pahunchayi bundey jagah jagah, na rahi fir duri kudarat ke darmiyan.

Aesa madhur dekh Milan, baadal or suraj ne chodi apni mann mani, Fasey jab pyar ke jaal main jug nai dekhi inki nadaani. Indar dhanush ka taaj audh Badal bana Maharaja, to dhup main chamakti bundhey lugi Raj Rani.
Guzri jab kirne bundho key trikon se, khelne lugi kudrat satrangi momm se.

Badalo nai kahi suraj ko ghera, to kahi suraj bana raha tha in par dera.  Badalo ka suarj se hai ye kesa yudh, rang leela main inkey kho rahi duniya sudh budh.

Kahi dikha lahoo luhaan sa baadal ka rang lal, peele rang se fir suraj chalta apni chal. Kesari or santri rang raha aasmaan ko apney main dhaal.

Fenka fir jab suraj nai apna taap, baadal kar raha kirno ka jaap. Nisri bundey ban rahi hai bhaap, dharti fir rahi hai judai se kaamp.
Samay ka jab chakar chala, pani fir apne jeewan chakr main dhaala. Niyam hai ye kudrat ka rok payega isko kaun bhala.

Kudrat ne pyar se de diya sandes, aatma rahegi amar bus badalti rahegi bhes.  Jeewan chakr hai ye kaha ik modd par tikta, samay ke aagey sab kuch hai bika.

© Manisha Dawar