पति

तुम्हारी भक्ति नहीं करती
क्योंकि तुम भगवान नहीं हो
प्यार करती हूँ
... पति हो

तुम पर श्रद्धा नही
तुम कोई संत तो नही
प्यार है
... पति हो

तुम्हारा आदर-सम्मान ?
मेरे उम्र-दराज़ अभिभावक हो ?
प्यार ...
... पति हो

पूजा क्यों करूं
परमेश्वर कब बने
हाँ प्यार करूंगी
... पति हो |




*I wrote this one few years back for one of those Karwachauth  and feminism discussions .
I feel this 'set up' of Karwachauth is regressive and patriarchal for those women who follow it under some social, religious or family pressure even if personally they have no interest in doing such things.
Although for ladies who love that bridal dress up once in a while, enjoy all the pampering they receive on this day and cherish the bond when their husbands also observe fast along with them, its a celebration!
Well, mine have been :).

मेरी तुम।

वक़्त ठहरा के रखा है
तुम्हारे लिये ...
साँस के बाद एक और
.... साँस रखी है



तुम धड़कती हो मेरे अंदर
और मेरा दिन गुज़रता है
तुमसे हर बात ही यूँ
बाँध रखी  है

जादू हो न माया हो तुम
और ना मैं जन्नत में हूँ
हर दर्द सह बस तुम्हे पाने की
आस रखी  है

तुम हँसोगी तो
फिर आँगन फूल बरसेंगे
वो घर बनाने को दीवारें मैंने
तैयार रखी है

कभी सोचा न था
कि सोचूंगी तुम्हे इस हद
किस्मत ने भी बस अपनी ही
ठान रखी है

खाली

खाली सा मन 

गिनता सबके कदम 

अपनी दुनिया के 

दूर वाले कोने में 

बैठा, तकता हरदम 

तुम आओगे तब 

तय करेंगे रास्ते 

उजले - मद्धम 

तुमसे ही जुड़ी है 

अब हर सांस 

इस जनम। 

Trip to London - wrap up

Continued from Part 2 ...


We did visit a few places like history museum by ourselves.

Coming back to food, London definitely has enough places to fill your stomach as well as satisfy your Indian taste buds. Here are a couple of interesting décor pieces, I clicked in one of the restaurants.

About architecture, what more can I say that has not been said before? Mmmm... probably nothing. You just 

have to watch it yourself, experience it to get the feeling. Its enriching.

 

Big Ben

 

Buckingham palace

Madame T.

After being utterly disappointed by NYC's Madame Tussaud's, we decided to give it a skip here in London. However, later in the day we did think about visiting it since it was The Original one but then we were too tired to go back.

Once we hit the bed, it took us only minutes to fall asleep. All we had in mind was not to miss our flight back home, next day.

The trip was really exhausting but it was worth every bit of it. 
Totally Enjoyyyed It. :-)

Trip to London - Part 2

The next day started with a lavish English breakfast.

Breakfast is one thing I love the most about travel :) because unlike other meals of the day, you can find decent veg breakfast options almost everywhere. At least I do.

Though I wouldn't call myself a foodie, the absence of quality edible food or delay in its arrival does change my mood/tone. Well, most of the time :).

After a fulfilling breakfast, we were all set to explore London.

We had to plan the agenda for what all to visit and how. Options were - taking a bus tour or do it ourselves. Like I mentioned in Part 1, a few landmarks were within walk-able distance. So, we decided to skip the bus for the first day.

We started the day with watching the famous Horse Guards Parade in the city of Westminster. The last time I had watched a horse with a rider(city police) was in Mysore, one of the better maintained historic cities of India.

This ceremony of changing The Queen's Life Guard is definitely a sight not to miss. Fascinating!

Among the things that were captivating in central London, the boat tour of the river Thames ranks on the higher side. As much as I distance myself from too-much-water .. the night-light and mesmerizing view of the Tower Bridge kept me glued to the side seats of the boat. The front seats were still too much for my water fear/disgust. 
Let's just say I am not a beach person or a ocean/river person for that matter.
A water fountain or waterfall? May be :).

The mid november London was pretty cold. Colder than what we had packed for. We did get an idea of London winter through available means but the weather forecasts cannot give accurate data for more than 8-10 days in advance.

So, we were stuck with feeling cold while still enjoying London winter. To make it worse we also had rain forecasts for next couple of days. 

Had it not been for the weather we would have visited more places on our own. All hail (hell) to London weather we were left with no option but to go for the Bus-Tour now. 

During our bus ride, I realized how much could I relate to those tourists I used to see back in Manhattan/NYC. Tourists probably resent to people who actually live at such picturesque places. (May be not; I somewhat did :P)
I mean, they have to come all the way from their respective homes, around the world, for just a few days of experience and long bills of travel/lodging expenses!

TBC ....

Trip to London - Part 1

Since a few months now, I wanted to be more regular with blogging especially because I happened to have some content to write about and didn't have to force my thoughts into a blog post. I just don't have that thing in me! I cant force myself to sit and write just for the sake of it. The topic should occur to me; the words should drive me.
I realize and I read it everywhere that one needs be more regular in one's blogging world most importantly to improve the blogging skills( I definitely need that :)).But off late I got busy with things, I will update later about, and had to take a back seat. 
Well, I am still going to be around :-).

This one was long due.
I had drafted some of the parts, mostly the key things, during the trip itself. And now, when I found some time to write, this one felt like to be prioritized before I forget the links to give a finishing touch to those drafts. Yeah, I have a very selective memory. I remember certain things/incidents (even after decades) like its carved on the stones but forget most of the others like it was written on a beach sand.

So lets start. The trip was for a week, a short one according to me. To add to that, it was a much colder London than what we thought it would be when we packed for the trip. Anyway, we did enjoy the untimely rain that caused the sudden drop in temperature but then we were not adequately prepared (clothing wise) so we could go out only when the weather allowed so with our lot.

We stayed in Haymarket Hotel in Central London. Ours was a typical British styled, cozy and elegant room. The place was perfect for tourists. Many landmarks were at a walking distance. The architecture of the surroundings dragged me straight to the history books. Each and every building around that area had a class and antique touch to it. What soothed my mind/heart along with my eyes was the fact that it was not made up to picture a theme; the built was all original and brilliant!
There was so much to cover around our hotel area itself that we decided we will wait for the suitable weather for the city tour.

After resting the first day, we started with the Trafalgar Square, which was just a couple of blocks away.
We were on an early morning walk when suddenly a gentleman stopped us to not cross a certain not-drawn boundary. It was then that we realized the camera and crew around - there was some shooting going on. The area was vacated and there were a couple of dressed up actors. Based on their attires and lights' setup, it looked like some period feature shoot to us. It was my first live shoot watching experience.
Although having lived in Manhattan for a couple of years, I did come across many chances when some shooting was scheduled nearby but by the time we used to know of it , the area used to get too crowded to see anything. This one being a very early morning shoot, didn't have much crowd/audience to disturb.
I was so excited to see how things happen that we stayed there for a while . We curiously observed all the takes/retakes, makeup/touch-up, props, director's instructions, camera angles, dialogue recitals etc. The actors certainly have a very creative and fun world :).

We managed to click this picture before we were requested not to take any photos.

We then came back to our room to have breakfast and plan the rest of the things.

to be continued...

Maasi banaya aapne :)

hello?
haan beta lakshmi aayi hain!
sach? :D
haan... baad me baat karte hai.

All smiling, I put the receiver back.
I was jumping with joy and didn't notice the filmy dialogue Mom just made. I realized it a few mins later while repeating the wonderful news in my head. Really Mamma? She surely had watched a lot of Hindi movies, I told myself.
Moreover its her first time as a Grandma, I can understand her excitement and nervousness. She probably couldn't think of her own words instantly.

The little one was going to be the first kid of our next generation and somehow the family had an intuition that it would be a Girl. So, I was ready with the name - Pari. There were so many names coming from everybody, but mine was the favorite. Yeah, I know its a very common name now but back in 2003, it was nowhere. I heard Pari the second time in a serial, which happened 3-4 months later. And, there I had struggled through months to find a beautiful and unique name for the doll who would call me Maasi .I got to hear it a few months later but the sound was totally worth the wait!
Maasi, coming from those cute little lips through few tiny teeth, made my eyes twinkle with early mist followed by a few warm drops. She was angelic. It was sheer bliss.
When Mom used to massage her, she would sing "Pahle to main mommy thi ..Naani banaya aapne". Oh she brought so much fun in our lives :).

How I suddenly thought of writing about her?

Well, just few weeks back it struck me that her birthday was approaching and she will enter into her teens this year. Couldn't believe so many years have passed already ..still feels like yesterday when we went to hospital to meet her for the very first time! I haven't been very good at handling infants so I would wait for her to sleep and then cuddle her :-)

How time flies!
Now, she is already trained in classical and contemporary dance. A talented performer, she is a part of almost every dance program happening around. At 10, she choreographed her dance for my wedding-Sangeet. Super cute it was!
Here is a pic of her(right most) with her dance group.

Birthday special tight hug and lots of love -- Maasi
God Bless You.

Second

Second.

I'm not your first. You aren't mine either. 

My tailoring business gives me enough to lead my life with dignity and provide a future to my son. 

I've never really felt a need of another man after my husband's demise. 

However, I'm moved by your gesture of accepting my son as your own. 

My son has agreed to call you 'father' after you met and coddled him. 

I can't thank you enough for giving him the happiness that was long lost. 

You decided to marry even sooner after meeting me.

I want to tell you that it's a courageous step for me to trust life again. 

It must be a bold decision for you too. 

We are ready to take up this leap of faith called marriage, again.
We'll vow to complete each other's lives soon. 

I want to congratulate you for this new life and new beginning. 

I'm a person who picks happiness from little things in life. 

I promise, I'll make sure we put our best efforts to make it a happy 'Second'!

- (written by my kid sister, inspired by a widow remarriage)

This girl/lady is a neighbor from my hometown. Coming from what they call the 'poor and backward section' of the society, she was hardly educated and married off at a very young age. She had a son soon after. The husband was a good fellow. However, the in-laws disowned her and her infant son as soon as the husband died untimely.

We always had good terms with this family and our hearts went out for her when she returned to her parents' home and started taking menial tailoring work to raise her son. She persisted and the boy now studies in 9th std.

In those small cities of northern India, its still very difficult for a woman to resettle in her life after divorce or widowhood. Naturally, we felt delighted to hear the news of her remarriage after more than a decade of single-handed struggle.

How I want the society to change for the better!

आशियाना

एक घर
तेरा मेरा

परदे के पीछे
लहराता सावन
खिड़की के नीचे
छोटी सी बगिया

आँखों को मींचे
तारों का देश
बिस्तर को सींचे
भीनी सी ओस

हांथो से तेरी
कौर*-रसोई
आँगन में बिखरा
घना उजाला

देहरी पे दस्तक
अरमान सारे
बैठक* लगाते
नैन हमारे

कोठरी अँधेरी
झगड़ों की साथी
ताने, शिकवे
वही समाती

मंदिर, ह्रदय
पूजा, साथ
खर्चा, वक़्त
कमाई, जज़्बात


एक घर
तेरा मेरा |


Inspired by our ongoing search for apartment in NYC :).
Also made me recall this beautiful song. Hail, Gulzar!

कसक

दूर-दूर रहने  की कसक है
या साथ न चल पाने की?
न जान पाने की कसक है
या समझ जाने की?
शब्द न सुनने की कसक है
या सोच को दबाने की?
ये अपने दर्द की कसक है
या घाव न सहलाने की?
दिल न मिलने की कसक है
या ज़िन्दगी मिल जाने की?

कुछ तो है जो भड़कता है जब-तब
ठहरे पानी से उफनता है जब-तब
चाहत है या आदत है
नफरत है, बग़ावत है?

ये पार न पाने की कसक है
या साहिल पर डूब जाने की?

WWW - when we write

The pen is mightier than the sword.

I heard the above line for the first time at an age of 9. My brother was giving a powerhouse performance in a Hindi debate. The topic was "कलम तलवार से बलवती है- The pen is mightier than the sword". He was speaking for it.
I was in awe; sitting among hundreds of people, in an exhibition ground in my hometown. I enjoyed all the applause and attention with pride when Bhai received the first prize but was all puzzled inside. Reason was- firstly, I didn't understand the topic and secondly, I didn't understand what all the participants, speaking for and against it, meant by their speech.
I, expecting a lot from myself, didn't even ask anybody; instead decided to learn on my own. Having no Google back then, it took me some time.
Belonging to कलम-fraternity, I hope I have a fair idea about that statement at least now :).

Coming to the topic, pen or words have always had great influence on the society. However, I don't see bloggers having much social responsibility. But then we should NOT be socially irresponsible as well. Bloggers do have certain humane responsibilities. You can decide not to write about a controversial topic because you are not socially responsible to do so but in case you decide to write, be sensible. Write what you want to but don't be mean to others just to support your thoughts or accentuate your personal agenda.

Since blogging is individual's personal interest/hobby, they are NOT bound to blog in a certain way or fall in line. Its their own choice and inclination what do they write about, when do they write and how much do they indulge into it. We cannot expect bloggers to do something(without feeling for it) owing to social responsibility.

The reason and objective behind blogging is to express yourself and opine about things you think about. There is a difference between blogging and journalism.
IMO, the responsibilities bloggers should have are very generic- be just, well-behaved and humane!

If you write about social evils eg dowry, write fairly. Do not spare even your husband if he didn't oppose it or your own parents if they ever asked for it. No hypocrisy.
If you write about religion, don't try to prove yours is the best. Don't write to demean others' religion as long as its practice doesn't harm anyone. Understand.
If you write about your luxurious life-style don't look down upon not-so-privileged ones through your writing. Grace.
If you write about individual, stick to the facts and your understanding of it. Don't malign (even unintentionally) other's image based on fake data or imaginary incidents. Respect.


#ResponsibleBlogging

Stay, Please.

Life exists well beyond a few things.


Suicide is the worst decision ever made especially by someone in prime youth with good health.They could do so many things which would have made their lives worthwhile for themselves and others.
Life is the most precious thing on the earth. You cannot buy it. So you better don't ruin it while you still have it.

A few months back, I was talking to a braveheart who was fighting with a terminal disease. He was a person extraordinaire inside out - academics, career, personality and heart! He was undergoing the treatment away from his family when the Doctors told him the treatment stopped working. He was frail but willing to live life and achieve so many more feathers in his ever shining cap. He told me one lady from social-service department of the hospital asked him during one of the daily visits-
"I understand you are aware of your condition. Its inexplicable how you must be feeling to be in a situation you cant do anything about except waiting for worse to happen. I am sorry to ask this but do you ever have any suicidal thoughts?"

He replied -" No. It didn't come across my mind until you mentioned it :)"
Yeah, that Man smiled when he said this to the lady, a month before the aggressive ailment overtook his will and hope to live.
This Man told me the above incident all smiling (despite of knowing what was approaching him)only 15 days before ......
I know this Man had had strength and courage of another level. Still, how difficult can it be to stay alive for possible better future than to surrender to temporary miseries?

There are people who retort when this being called a cowardice act - "Don't judge them, you don't know what the person was going through." 
True; but may be I know. May be I have been through similar trauma. May be I even took a few steps on that dark path and realized my strength and self worth before it was too late. I am able to say certain things today because may be, I have learnt a lesson myself.

There were a few suicide cases in media in the recent past - Jiah Khan, Rohit Vemula(not due to relationship but still suicide) and now Pratyusha Banerjee.

All I know, these people were young, educated, talented, physically well, may be mentally disturbed. Such 'state' does not and should not lead to ending a life which could have brought smiles to at least some faces or may be even to themselves in future!


I felt the same pain (more for their family) after every news of such suicides. But the latest one made me pen it down.

'Balika Vadhu': the only daily soap I watched.
After Avika Gaur, Pratyusha kept the TRP up by her performance as Anandi. She was beautiful and talented. The serial used to air on my just-reached-home-from-office time so I happened to watch it. I continued it partly because the remote control was in Mom's hand and partly because of the message of the serial. I hoped it would improve women's plight at least somewhere.
Pratyusha played a strong character and did full justice to it. Unfortunately she couldn't keep the same faith in herself in her real life. While Anandi stood strong after her husband's betrayal and ended up doing much better for herself and the society, Pratyusha just gave up! She was a good 'actress' but probably didn't share any connection with the theme of her debut and immensely popular role.

It sounds very typical of condolences that they should have thought about their parents, siblings and other loved ones before taking the extreme step. However, I know how it feels to lose someone so close and can only imagine how worse would it be coming from a suicide. Hence, I would still say this - they should have thought about people who loved them dearly. They probably eased their own phase-of-pain but left a wound for their family which would never ever heal.
What would add to this pain is the fact that the family knows you could have been saved if only you had talked your heart out to them! Isn't this a sheer selfish and cowardice act?

Pratyusha, I don't believe in a life after death but I just hope at least You were happy with your own decision when you took your last breath.

While you lived I loved your acting and wished to see more of your talent. I was disappointed when you decided to leave 'Balika Vadhu' despite of not having any better projects in hand. Little did I know that you would repeat...........for the worst this time.

That day

That day -
when you messaged
I knew my world was going to fall apart

It was time I killed my faith in God
I was about to live what would haunt me forever
When the savior himself asks,
You so know everything is over!


That day -
When we met
There were no tears
Only the bitterness of mortal reality
The bliss-you.
The wound - your steps towards eternity!

कान

शब्द औ शोर समझते है
मेरे कान ज़िन्दा है अभी।

Musical Memory

"Which song is this?" Someone would ask sitting in front of TV, tape recorder or radio.
Most of us would answer the correct song guessing from the first tune of the song, before hearing even the first word of it. Those were the days!

Miles apart and all grown up, now we have started WhatsApp-ing  random screenshot of a song and some/all from the family-group crack it correctly.

I have been brought up in a musical environment. More on knowledge side than performance. Credit goes to my Mom! I think she knows more songs than all the women of her age (in her social circle) put together. She has a melodious voice to complement her interest.
My favorites have to start with this one. Maa sang it in her muh-dikhayi(DIL's introduction) ceremony in a small village in north India back in mid 70s.
Can you imagine her love for music and see my excitement and pride here? :)

Dheere Dheere Machal...
The lyrics, the music, the actors.. this song is an absolute pleasure.

Ironically, my dad who was all proud and bit blushed when someone told him that bhabhi was singing a beautiful Filmy song, is a total off key :) Yeah, it was a thing to sing filmy song back then especially in a rural set up like that. He himself hardly knew any songs but did improve with time. He always keeps the fun part alive be it remembering the lyrics -aaj ki raat mere dil ki salami lele or trying to sing- firki vali :)

Jodi Hamara Jamega Kaise....
My all time favorite from his list.

We siblings had many favorites depending on mood and occasion. Most of them are the bollywood songs from 60s, 70s and early 80s. The reason probably is-  we grew up listening to songs from older generations hence our musical taste got developed that way. I mean, my current memory has 80% songs from the time when I wasn't even born :P

Its not like they don't make beautiful songs anymore. For some reason most of them just don't last long in my heart. Weak lyrics, not-so-pleasant visuals or noisy music, there is something (at times everything) which doesn't go well with my ears.

I would still love to add a song from the current generation of music. Yup, I do get to listen 'hope' every once in a while.

Haan Hansi Ban Gaye...
This one is also a Valentine special. :)

लपट

हर लपट मेरी अंतिम क्रीड़ा की फिर चीखे 

चीखे , माते मैं लौट यहीं फिर आऊँगा । 

तेरे ही पावन आँचल का आश्रय लूँगा 

भारत माँ, जन्म यहीं मैं फिर, फिर, फिर लूँगा । 

- SD

निबाह

मेरे शब्दों के तीर

तुम्हारी बातों के खंजर

चलते ही रहे,

प्यार का वक़्त कहाँ
हम झगड़ों में जो
 मशरुफ़ रहे,

किसी पंडित ने कहा ज़रूर था

- अच्छी निभेगी इनकी।

Reality, Fiction.

I have been writing off and on since quite some time now but its only recently that I've started reading some random blogs and exploring the bloggers' communities. Since my area of interest is mostly limited to life, relationships, society, feminism etc, I read blogs only from a certain category of bloggers.

One thing I couldn't help but notice that almost all of them wrote the beauty of relationships within marriage, love and family. Only Society and Ex lovers traveled the other dimension of emotions - hatred, disappointment, struggle etc. And, I wondered are their lives so positive and pleasant that they never ever happened to experience, watch or even imagine that there could be another side to these writings?

I mean think of a couple hating each other to the core. There is nothing common between them except ego and stubbornness. Still at times, they tend to love each other in a way and for reasons that make them stay together willingly.

Or a child, who hated his parents all his life because they made him pursue their area of interest instead of his own. Parents who always focused on money even when it came to marrying someone he loved. Society & show off mattered to them more than their own children.

Also, having siblings who only expect favors from your side. They are selfish and take your struggle in life for granted. They don't care about your emotions regarding things and persons you love in your own life.

Isn't every family different? For example, I understand mothers are our goddesses. However, did we really never come across someone, a milder version of Indrani Mukherjee?
Cruel father, cunning friends or mean siblings, anyone?

Come on, we are not living in Satyug, are we? I so wish we were, but alas!

Then where are the other truths of life? Why only the gold plated, perfume dipped and sugar coated articles? Why is everybody trying to pretend good instead of being honest?

I accept my sample size is small but even then, even with/around those highly skilled personal-bloggers, is everything so pleasantly perfect?
Really??

पन्ने

कई डायरियाँ यूहीं भर गयीं
तुम्हे याद करते हुये
और भुलाने की कोशिश में ।

किसी पन्ने पर तुम खुद भी आ जाते
दो-चार शब्द तो साथ चलते ।

Trip to HK - the rest of it

"What time is it? I am hungry  :-| "

"2:20.....  AM !!!"

"Really? How long we've been sleeping? I don't think we'll get anything to eat at this time."

"Lets just have our carry-on snacks and try to sleep back. "

"Yeah."

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"Shopping will be the first thing in our to-do list. ok?"

"Do I have an option?" :P

Nope, I am not a shopaholic. Same is the case with my husband. Actually the set up of our Hotel was to set the guests up! It was interconnected to one of the most sought after shopping malls in HK.

However, we ended up doing just window shopping. Well.... most of the time!

We were there for a week. So, I will only do the highlights.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

##  In search of Indian food, we roamed around street markets. We came across small temporarily built shops, roadside set up, bargaining ladies, car stuck in a narrow road :P... almost everything that you will see in any small Indian town.

We even saw two elderly couples, probably retired, playing something like carom in one of the shops during off peak afternoon hours :-).
Well, life isn't all about money and machines!

##  My b'day was one of the highlights of course ;). It was in the middle of the week. Cake, dressing up and then candle light dinner. Yeah, getting outing-ready is actually a task for me. I am one of those ladies, who find face-cream + lip-balm enough for most of their outings. My make up kit opens up only on special occasions. Yeah, call me lazy! I am too much of that to even mind it :P.

A pleasant surprise was the door bell that afternoon. I opened the door and there was this guy(school going type) with a tray. Also, handed me a hand written b'day wishes card from the Manager. 

"Happy birthday Ma'am! This is from the Hotel. Enjoy your special day :-)"

"Hey wait, how did you know it was my birthday? I dont remember mentioning my DoB anywhere."

"We have our special secret ways, Ma'am". He said, smiling at my puzzled face.

"Sure, you do :-). Thanks a lot ."

It must be my passport. Wow, they actually go through those IDs we submit.

##  Next day was Diwali. Our own much cerebrated Hindu festival. This year it was only about having Indian food for a three course dinner.

##  Up next was visiting Tian Tan Buddha. I am not my religious self since quite some time now but Art is still in my list. The statue on the top of the hill and the way to reach there were fascinating enough to go.

We opted for crystal cable car, transparent thoroughly.The hint of acrophobia in me scared the both of us initially. But we held up. The ride was breathtakingly beautiful.

##  We also covered botanical garden which was equally zoological. Among many other species, red Flamingos were worth a click.

##  Next on list was tram to Victoria Peak, the highest point of Hong Kong.
So, this was a 20-25 mins angular tram ride through the city and dropped you at a place, whence you would go to the peak.
For me, that tram ride was an experience of another world. You just shouldn't  miss this thing while in HK. We were so thrilled that we realized afterwards there were no photos clicked from tram. Believe me, its that amazing!!

And, then came the day we left for airport.

Hong Kong is one beautiful place with beautiful people inside out..

विचरण

दिल की सतहों में रहते हो

मन की परतों में बसते हो

तुम दर्द से गहरे उतरे हो

नस नस में जैसे बहते हो

आँखों में हरदम मंज़र से

टापू के चहुँओर समंदर से

हर बात में तुम्ही निकलते हो

नस नस में जैसे बहते हो। 

यादें सारी उजली मैली 

रिश्तों की वो भाषा शैली

तुम अब भी मुझसे कहते हो

नस नस में जैसे बहते हो। 

स्पर्श तुम्हारा है मन पर

संघर्ष तुम्हारा जीवन पर

साँसों में दिए से जलते हो

नस नस में जैसे बहते हो। 

हर धूप छाँव के मौकों में 

हर वक्त हवा के झोंकों में 

आँगन में रोज़ विचरते हो

नस नस में जैसे बहते हो।