Sunday, March 1, 2015

Happy Anniv Abbi Mummy

Nostalgiaaaaa ....
Was looking in to the things Mummy has left behind ....
Her purses , clothes , books ...
And in one of her purses I found something that has touched me to tears ...
An ordinary piece of paper on which I had written these lines for her ...
She loved poetry and most often when I found something nice I used to share with her ...
She had loved this piece ... She did not say it in so many words , but I had a feeling she wanted to read it again and again ...

 So I wrote it on a piece of paper and gave it to her ....
" Aankhon se ojhal huay dil se bhi door ho gayehain
Kitney pakkey thay wo rishtey jo yuun choor ho gaye hain

Maili maili si wo yaadein meri aankhon ne unhein dho dalaa
Khil uthi khwahishon ki dhanak , sajda e dil manzoor ho gayehain

Ab nayi mehfilein hain naye log naye rishtey hain
Zindgi mein roshni hain nayi, raastey puurnoor ho gaye hain

Maazi ki umass mein jiye jaatey thay khud apne hi dushman bann kar
Khol kar dil ke kiwaadon ko jo dekhaa hai to masroor ho gaye hain

Door jis din se huay khud se, bhool gaye thay andaaz e safar e ziist
Dil ki dhadkan ne jagaayaa to khwaabon ke shaher zinda e tabeer ho gaye hain "

I love reading and I love poetry .... Heirlooms from Mummy's treasure chest .... !!!
Earlier family and friends would tell me that I'm a true replica of my father ... I still think my eyes are like his eyes ...
But  now some of my friends say I have started resembling my mother too .... Of course this bit I am not very sure because my mother had a beautiful body and a beautiful face ... But if I am even half like my parents in looks , and moreover if I can emulate some of their personality traits I should think myself as being among the most beautiful and blessed persons around
Of course the compliments keep me on cloud nine and I am extremely grateful to Almighty God for showering me with such priceless blessings through my dear parents  ...

kuchh cheezein to dikhaai bhi nahi deti hain .... lekin khoob sunaai deti hain .... I listen to Mummy's khanakti hui subah subah ki Good Morning ....the way she used to say "hello .... I'm FINE " on the phone .... 
And my father's hearty laugh vibrating like a positive synergy in all corners of the house and filling my entire being with renewed vigour ....
His ever smiling face ....

My parents' truthfulness , honesty, simplicity and innocence till the last  breath in this world ....
Kuchh nahi khoya hai ...
Sab yaad hai ....

Our parents are never really away from our hearts .... But till the time they are around and with us we never really stop being a child .... Lekin .... when they leave , one suddenly grows up .... It is a life changing experience ...

Yesterday 28th Feb was my parents wedding anniversary .... This year they are celebrating it in The Heaven above ...

1 comment:

sujata said...

Zohra....you have touched my soul writing this particular blog... You said we had to grow up once our parents leave us...yeah..but do u know? I terribly miss my mother, with whom i had great understanding, attchment, whenever i feel sick...i miss her lap, her soothing hand on my head...Godd how i miss her at this very instance.....